Wandering Knyves /Private/

[Bedrock]

Bedrock found himself in a lush everly green paradise, the menacing lurker driven on eratic impulse found himself for some reason looking for a new colony to call his own if but for a while. The journey had been long from his former clan an emphasis on former but a greater one on small.

It hadnt been his fault, his cunning was superior and his seeds had been planted before the farmers had even begun to futily till once fertile soil. For an outcast he was smug, very sure of himself in cool confident stride. His clutch of younglings strong, and he with no strings attached was on his merry way. He prized his ability of seduction which he had only been strengthened just recently through the city of Syilra.

Brothels, and Taverns oh my what he could find. It only reinforced his resolve about Zith dominance and about the lesser races that enslaved themselves blindly to a mere piece metal trimmed rock.

A lovely night with a lovely lady?
Oh what they would do for just a few golden mizahs.

He would miss Syilra and maybe he would return but he had left with a few tricks up his sleeve and he was ready to practice what he had learned outside the walls of civility.

His bright vibrant yellow eyes beamed across the uncharted paths, his sense of hearing was on high alert. As he snaked his way through gullies, crags and lush forests.

[Bedrock]

As he walked, his keen hearing alerted him to a sudden noise that was drawing closer and closer. Heavy steps, rustling as loose branches and leaves buckled and crunched beneath two bipedal feet.

Sure enough the young Zith stood on guard as what he could only describe as a barbarian warrior came flailing out of the greenery.

Armed with spear, and pelt clothing he thrusted his weapon forward trying to impale Bedrock. Bedrock timed his jerked movement and got out of the sharpened piece of stones way just in time.

He only had a few options as he backed up with every advancing step of his adversary until he felt his back bump against a tree trunk. The wild man feeling he had cornered the Zith flew forward with a surge of energy and thrusted once again, only to have the Zith get out of his way.

But as the spear swept past his chest its sharpened point embedded itself in the trunk of a tree, allowing Bedrock to finally retaliate. His beastial swiftness sprung to life as his right hand opened up and traveled under the shaft of the stuck spear, his black talons flanged out and collided into his side.

Each individual finger slid through the skin and muscle of his adversaries stomach, and with a sudden Jerk his wound blew open allowing his whole hand to enter. His claws floated in his intestines like fish hooks and found themselves ensnared, his digestive track came spilling out the moment Bedrock tore his hand free.

He wasnt exactly sure how to handle the situation as it had happened so fast, his would be assailant was on the ground now bleeding out staining once white snow. He was a disheavled affair, broken and weak shoveling his innards in.

His instincts kicked in, his attention focused on the spear and he tore it free from the bark. It snaped and cracked till it splintered away leaving just a sharp stick left.

He advanced until he victoriously loomed over his prey, and finished the job with one solid blow through his armpit through the heart.

Feeling great pride in his first fight in his moment feral bliss he shrieked to the moon.

There was nothing more for him to do exact rip the pelt off him like it was his battle trophy.