04-10-2015, 10:12 AM
Gilgamesh had set off in search of these mongrels, however Gilgamesh had no inclination of where the tribe had set off too. He overheard the people speaking in frantic fear.
“Was that Durango’s Tribe? Oh no! Durango’s Tribe! Oh no we have to leave! They’ll eat us all!”
”Silence! You dare doubt my qualities as a leader? I shall retrieve my citizens at all costs and if any of you DARE to retreat from my Kingdom that shall be a federal offense! Anos note down anyone who tries to leave my Kingdom. They are criminals of the state. As for this ‘Durango’...Where is he? I shall make sure he shall not cause my Kingdom any troubles.”
The people cowered in the true face of their King before one person stammered. “H-he is in the m-mountains.” The King smiled as he looked North of the village and saw the large mountain landscape cover the land. The large mountain scape looked rugged and tough but Gilgamesh would stop at nothing to gain his power back. Gilgamesh nodded as he proclaimed his exit.
"Farwell my loyal citizens. Your King shall ensure this place serves as a Safe Haven for all!" The King turned and he waved past his citizens as he went towards the severe mountains. He heard murmured whispers and anxious shifting as he walked off to take care of their problem. The beating sun was upon Gilgamesh, however, with the destination in sight Gilgamesh didn’t have much time to think about the heat or anything else at the matter. The sweat pouring from his forehead gave the sand below him the only droplets of liquid its had in a long time. Gilgamesh stumbled down as he paused to catch his breathe from the long walking. Despite the close appearance, the mountainscape was so far away.
Gilgamesh finally feels the solid ground beneath his feet and he felt so happy that he had been completely oblivious to the large climb that was ahead of him. He looked at the gravel path that had been so perfectly laid out for him and he looked up towards the tall imminent hill that posed a challenge to him. Gilgamesh clenched his fists in anger as he knew he would have to walk up that trail. Gilgamesh plopped down on the rock trail next to him and let out a sigh
He rubbed his fingers against his forehead as an idea struck him. He concentrated and the treasured thing that meant the difference between power and weakness in this world flowed out of him. The rainbow colors flashing brightly as it formed what he wanted it to be. After a several minutes the Omnilium began to take form into Gilgamesh’s treasured vehicle the Gil Gil Machine. The Golden Motorcycle stood before him and Gilgamesh began to grin as he looked at his precious baby. He got on top of his golden machine and he saw his golden key already put in the engine. He turned the baby on and he heard the engine roar to life as the machine began to sputter beneath him, ready to drive up the treacherous path. He revved the engine for a minute before it spurred to life and began to begin to move. Oh how sweet the sensation felt, the wind blowing in his air and the cold wind blowing away the sweat off his skin. He started driving up the rocky path and noted the stubbled and turns before he began his search for his people.
The descent up the hill was treacherous with rough corners and tight areas, but Gilgamesh's riding skill is A+! He finally reached the upper peaks of the mountain after a treacherous journey and he noted the difference in environments. The sun was less harsh and there were more vegetation around him. He felt a cool breeze pass by as he began to slow down on his bike. He took note of the scenery around him and he couldn't help but enjoy the fact that this was al his. Everything. The scenery, the harsh desert...the mongrels that refused to obey him. He grit his teeth at the thought of the mongrels.
Gilgamesh was touring the unknown when he felt the dirt beneath him become more bumpy and gravel began to pick up in the air. He looked off to the side and saw the gravel road. A sharp pain in his neck appeared suddenly and his hand shot up to his neck and pulled out a dart that was covered In a purple substance. He felt a sudden tiredness and he mumbled some gibberish before he fell into a deep sleep
“Was that Durango’s Tribe? Oh no! Durango’s Tribe! Oh no we have to leave! They’ll eat us all!”
”Silence! You dare doubt my qualities as a leader? I shall retrieve my citizens at all costs and if any of you DARE to retreat from my Kingdom that shall be a federal offense! Anos note down anyone who tries to leave my Kingdom. They are criminals of the state. As for this ‘Durango’...Where is he? I shall make sure he shall not cause my Kingdom any troubles.”
The people cowered in the true face of their King before one person stammered. “H-he is in the m-mountains.” The King smiled as he looked North of the village and saw the large mountain landscape cover the land. The large mountain scape looked rugged and tough but Gilgamesh would stop at nothing to gain his power back. Gilgamesh nodded as he proclaimed his exit.
"Farwell my loyal citizens. Your King shall ensure this place serves as a Safe Haven for all!" The King turned and he waved past his citizens as he went towards the severe mountains. He heard murmured whispers and anxious shifting as he walked off to take care of their problem. The beating sun was upon Gilgamesh, however, with the destination in sight Gilgamesh didn’t have much time to think about the heat or anything else at the matter. The sweat pouring from his forehead gave the sand below him the only droplets of liquid its had in a long time. Gilgamesh stumbled down as he paused to catch his breathe from the long walking. Despite the close appearance, the mountainscape was so far away.
Gilgamesh finally feels the solid ground beneath his feet and he felt so happy that he had been completely oblivious to the large climb that was ahead of him. He looked at the gravel path that had been so perfectly laid out for him and he looked up towards the tall imminent hill that posed a challenge to him. Gilgamesh clenched his fists in anger as he knew he would have to walk up that trail. Gilgamesh plopped down on the rock trail next to him and let out a sigh
He rubbed his fingers against his forehead as an idea struck him. He concentrated and the treasured thing that meant the difference between power and weakness in this world flowed out of him. The rainbow colors flashing brightly as it formed what he wanted it to be. After a several minutes the Omnilium began to take form into Gilgamesh’s treasured vehicle the Gil Gil Machine. The Golden Motorcycle stood before him and Gilgamesh began to grin as he looked at his precious baby. He got on top of his golden machine and he saw his golden key already put in the engine. He turned the baby on and he heard the engine roar to life as the machine began to sputter beneath him, ready to drive up the treacherous path. He revved the engine for a minute before it spurred to life and began to begin to move. Oh how sweet the sensation felt, the wind blowing in his air and the cold wind blowing away the sweat off his skin. He started driving up the rocky path and noted the stubbled and turns before he began his search for his people.
The descent up the hill was treacherous with rough corners and tight areas, but Gilgamesh's riding skill is A+! He finally reached the upper peaks of the mountain after a treacherous journey and he noted the difference in environments. The sun was less harsh and there were more vegetation around him. He felt a cool breeze pass by as he began to slow down on his bike. He took note of the scenery around him and he couldn't help but enjoy the fact that this was al his. Everything. The scenery, the harsh desert...the mongrels that refused to obey him. He grit his teeth at the thought of the mongrels.
Gilgamesh was touring the unknown when he felt the dirt beneath him become more bumpy and gravel began to pick up in the air. He looked off to the side and saw the gravel road. A sharp pain in his neck appeared suddenly and his hand shot up to his neck and pulled out a dart that was covered In a purple substance. He felt a sudden tiredness and he mumbled some gibberish before he fell into a deep sleep
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