03-25-2017, 10:48 PM
Koal ran his hands over the worn grey leather, admiring the craftsmanship that went into the equipment. Nisha was going to great lengths to ensure that he would cooperate. Even going as far to have new weapons another for him. He reached around and touched the double scabbard on his back, feeling the blades that rested there, ready to kill any for he might encounter. It was almost as if they had a personality of their own. The saddle in front of him was a tell-tale of another gift: a wyvern. Several of the Raiders had them as pets and steeds, and Koal had previously expressed an interest in them. He might not like her, but damn, she made a good argument.
Hmph. Look at me, crumbling in the face of bribery." He chuckled, hauling the saddle up and carrying it out of his room, into a large stone atrium, filled with the winged beasts. His eyes shone with a deep appreciation for the creatures. They weren't quite dragons, and yet, they had almost... bird-like qualities. It was truly something to behold. He walked to a small alcove, where his new beast lay, curled into a coil. It's, or rather, her body was lithe and aerodynamic, and he scales were ash-grey. Her eyes were the exact same shade as his, a vibrant purple. No doubt the reason, she was given to him. Dropping the saddle, he rubbed his palms together while his steed poked and sniffed the equipment.
"This is gonna be fun."
The Wyvern huffed in agreement.
It didn't take long for the rest of the "Welcoming Party" to show up, each sporting patchwork armor and weapons as bizarre as their personalities. They seemed pretty excited about the whole thing, but Koal just wanted to get going and get it over with. Mounting the saddle, Serra, as he had named her, turned and blew a short jet of fire to get their attention.
"I don't have time to waste, you inbred SOB's. Get your shit together and let's go." Koal growled, staring each and every one of them down. They had seen him in the arena, and they didn't want to get on his bad side.
"Yes, sir." They replied in unison.
Koal smirked.
"Damn straight."
Hmph. Look at me, crumbling in the face of bribery." He chuckled, hauling the saddle up and carrying it out of his room, into a large stone atrium, filled with the winged beasts. His eyes shone with a deep appreciation for the creatures. They weren't quite dragons, and yet, they had almost... bird-like qualities. It was truly something to behold. He walked to a small alcove, where his new beast lay, curled into a coil. It's, or rather, her body was lithe and aerodynamic, and he scales were ash-grey. Her eyes were the exact same shade as his, a vibrant purple. No doubt the reason, she was given to him. Dropping the saddle, he rubbed his palms together while his steed poked and sniffed the equipment.
"This is gonna be fun."
The Wyvern huffed in agreement.
It didn't take long for the rest of the "Welcoming Party" to show up, each sporting patchwork armor and weapons as bizarre as their personalities. They seemed pretty excited about the whole thing, but Koal just wanted to get going and get it over with. Mounting the saddle, Serra, as he had named her, turned and blew a short jet of fire to get their attention.
"I don't have time to waste, you inbred SOB's. Get your shit together and let's go." Koal growled, staring each and every one of them down. They had seen him in the arena, and they didn't want to get on his bad side.
"Yes, sir." They replied in unison.
Koal smirked.
"Damn straight."
"...If the soul is left in darkness sins will be committed. The guilty one is not he who commits the sin, but he who causes the darkness.”
-Victor Hugo Les Miserables
-Victor Hugo Les Miserables