Post by Affilation of Dannarth on Jul 20, 2009 18:20:34 GMT -5
The sun was nearly set on the island. As it got darker the island seemed to come alive. Beast emerged from tents and from burrowed places in the ground. Torches we being lit and the top of mountain seemed to glow with fire. The Skipper of Otter's was now a prisoner of the inhabitants on the island. With him they could use him as a bargaining chip. Currently the highest bidder was a wildcat lieutenant name Gormarth. He was a slave seeker for the Wildcat Warlord. Dannarth Tolrak...The very description of evil...His forces were so large and so Spread out...yet...hardly seen. To come across one of his men was like tossing a dart at a map. Yet for some reason a Lieutenant was here on the island. Perhaps his plans changed when the Skipper was captured. With the Skipper now a prisoner it would mean a big promotion...Plans were already underway to see what he would need to do. He would receive word within the week...
Gormarth was only one of the leaders in Dannarth Massive army. His army did not consist of Just wildcats...but beast of all types...only the leaders were wildcats...the dominant race...this was Dannarth's way of of thinking...if you weren't Wildcat...you weren't worth it...
Gormarth stepped out from his tent. He wore a completely black hooded cloak with armored shoulder pads. The hood covered his eyes. He wore a couple gold rings around his fingers and a gold chain around his neck with a red stone...a spoil of war...or a reward from Dannarth?...Both... He smelled the air. The Oxygen being continuously burned. The Smelled of dead and rotten bodies filled the air. He stepped over where the Skippers was tied and squatted down in front of him. He was taller than the skipper like all wildcats were. He spoke in a decently deep voice. "Enjoying your accommodations?" He asked. The Skipper didn't look at him and turned his head as best he could. Gormarth grit his teeth and grabbed the Skippers around the top of his head and turned it to him with a crack. "Answer me!" his claws bore into his skipper's head causing it to bleed. The Skipper looked up at him.
"Your blocking the fire..."
Gormarth was only one of the leaders in Dannarth Massive army. His army did not consist of Just wildcats...but beast of all types...only the leaders were wildcats...the dominant race...this was Dannarth's way of of thinking...if you weren't Wildcat...you weren't worth it...
Gormarth stepped out from his tent. He wore a completely black hooded cloak with armored shoulder pads. The hood covered his eyes. He wore a couple gold rings around his fingers and a gold chain around his neck with a red stone...a spoil of war...or a reward from Dannarth?...Both... He smelled the air. The Oxygen being continuously burned. The Smelled of dead and rotten bodies filled the air. He stepped over where the Skippers was tied and squatted down in front of him. He was taller than the skipper like all wildcats were. He spoke in a decently deep voice. "Enjoying your accommodations?" He asked. The Skipper didn't look at him and turned his head as best he could. Gormarth grit his teeth and grabbed the Skippers around the top of his head and turned it to him with a crack. "Answer me!" his claws bore into his skipper's head causing it to bleed. The Skipper looked up at him.
"Your blocking the fire..."
