A skull is quite possibly the last thing Keldor ever wanted to see upon waking up. See, he'd been having a series of bad dreams lately; dreams he fears are prophetic in nature. One that involves way too many bats and a talking skull that tells him what his future will be.
But there's no bats here, and the skull is as silent as any other skull. And, now that he's recovered from his fright at seeing one staring vacantly as he wakes up, notices that there's a lot of "any other skulls" around, and, like this one, is attached to whatever's left of the humans [they were humans, right? they didn't look like Gar remains; the features didn't mesh] that used to call this place "home" or whatever.
Still, this isn't a place he wants to be. He does not want to see skulls, and the stench of death is overpowering.
Mighty Zoar, the smell is really overpowering.
But before he can get as far away from this place as possible, he hears sounds coming from outside.
People. A lot of them.
Great. With his luck it'll be humans, and with his luck, he'll be blamed for whatever happened to... To... Whoever these people used to be when they were alive and well should they see him and notice one of his signature features: blue skin.
What he needs to do is find a way to slink off before someone starts shouting at him and the usual round of anti-Gar abuse can begin.
Sticking around when there might be humans nearby is pretty stupid, if not exactly suicidal.
2: Welcome to hell the city.
Wow. This place sure as hell is a whole lot different than anything he's ever seen in Eternia. Yes, it's a city and he's used to that. A big one, and he's used to that. What he's not used to are all. the. goddamn. vehicles zipping about. Eternia may be a world in possession of advanced technology [they even have artificial intelligence!], but it's not a technological world, and most people don't use vehicles to get about; prefering instead to either find some beast to ride on or to pull something with wheels. So of course Keldor has no "traffic sense"—there was no need for it back in Eternos [the city he's used to].
Poor guy. He's just trying to get around without becoming roadkill before he's had a chance to gather his bearings and figure out where in the hell he is [and find out what this place does to people like him].
He'll find that part out when he reads whatever it is that gets shoved into his face. It's kind of like a book, but very thin, and without a hard cover like proper books should have. A pamphlet, but they don't have many if any of those in Eternia. The reading will come later, though; he just wants to get whoever it was that gave it to him out of his gradually-turning-purple-with-fear-and-anger face.
"Just tell me how it is possible that I can leave this place," Keldor grumps.
But he's not getting an answer from the pamphlet-pusher.
3: Personal prompt.
He tried. Really, he did. He thought he could stave it off; find some way to develop endurance in this area. But there's no suppressants for these kinds of appetites, and he's just sane enough to know that if he tries to hold off, it'll only get worse, and more people will become victims instead of one. But the last one...
The last one...
...looked a little like someone he knows from back home...
...and it's tearing at his heart to think about it.
Tears run down his not-very-Gar/human-hybrid-anymore face. It gives him something to hold onto. Something that reminds him that he's still a person. Somewhere. Somewhere very deep inside.
But manticores need to feed, and the purple beast has been starving for days now, and there's an oh-so-irresistible smell nearby...
Keldor: Masters of the Universe.
A skull is quite possibly the last thing Keldor ever wanted to see upon waking up. See, he'd been having a series of bad dreams lately; dreams he fears are prophetic in nature. One that involves way too many bats and a talking skull that tells him what his future will be.
But there's no bats here, and the skull is as silent as any other skull. And, now that he's recovered from his fright at seeing one staring vacantly as he wakes up, notices that there's a lot of "any other skulls" around, and, like this one, is attached to whatever's left of the humans [they were humans, right? they didn't look like Gar remains; the features didn't mesh] that used to call this place "home" or whatever.
Still, this isn't a place he wants to be. He does not want to see skulls, and the stench of death is overpowering.
Mighty Zoar, the smell is really overpowering.
But before he can get as far away from this place as possible, he hears sounds coming from outside.
People. A lot of them.
Great. With his luck it'll be humans, and with his luck, he'll be blamed for whatever happened to... To... Whoever these people used to be when they were alive and well should they see him and notice one of his signature features: blue skin.
What he needs to do is find a way to slink off before someone starts shouting at him and the usual round of anti-Gar abuse can begin.
Sticking around when there might be humans nearby is pretty stupid, if not exactly suicidal.
2: Welcome to
hellthe city.Wow. This place sure as hell is a whole lot different than anything he's ever seen in Eternia. Yes, it's a city and he's used to that. A big one, and he's used to that. What he's not used to are all. the. goddamn. vehicles zipping about. Eternia may be a world in possession of advanced technology [they even have artificial intelligence!], but it's not a technological world, and most people don't use vehicles to get about; prefering instead to either find some beast to ride on or to pull something with wheels. So of course Keldor has no "traffic sense"—there was no need for it back in Eternos [the city he's used to].
Poor guy. He's just trying to get around without becoming roadkill before he's had a chance to gather his bearings and figure out where in the hell he is [and find out what this place does to people like him].
He'll find that part out when he reads whatever it is that gets shoved into his face. It's kind of like a book, but very thin, and without a hard cover like proper books should have. A pamphlet, but they don't have many if any of those in Eternia. The reading will come later, though; he just wants to get whoever it was that gave it to him out of his gradually-turning-purple-with-fear-and-anger face.
"Just tell me how it is possible that I can leave this place," Keldor grumps.
But he's not getting an answer from the pamphlet-pusher.
3: Personal prompt.
He tried. Really, he did. He thought he could stave it off; find some way to develop endurance in this area. But there's no suppressants for these kinds of appetites, and he's just sane enough to know that if he tries to hold off, it'll only get worse, and more people will become victims instead of one. But the last one...
The last one...
...looked a little like someone he knows from back home...
...and it's tearing at his heart to think about it.
Tears run down his not-very-Gar/human-hybrid-anymore face. It gives him something to hold onto. Something that reminds him that he's still a person. Somewhere. Somewhere very deep inside.
But manticores need to feed, and the purple beast has been starving for days now, and there's an oh-so-irresistible smell nearby...