Red
Squirrel Sycophantic
Liar
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Whoa, I am SO late.
Stallkid figeted with
Majora's Mask as the two at the front of the crowd spoke. He
was still recovering from his brutal Seperation with the Mask.
He had not worn it since, and he now held it in his hands. He
was weak, and as he looked around at the motely crew
surrounding him, he wondered how long he would last. As
Stallkid sat thinking of this, he wondered how much time had
actually passed between the Seperation and now. "But does
time still exist?" Wondered Stallkid. "Where am I?"
But he could ask no questions, for as he pondered his final
thoughts, the One at the front closed their speech:
"When you leave here, you will have one hour to spread
yourselves out before you begin battle. Anyone who fights
before the hour is up shall be disqualified. Good luck,
warriors. May the Creator watch over you."
And that
was it. They disbanded, off their seperate ways, into the
jungle. Stallkid walked slowly, still staring at the Mask,
staring deep into it's eyes. "What secrets does this island
hold?" He asked it. "And what do they mean for me?"
Stallkid continued, off, into the madness.
*****
Stallkid had been
wandering for hours, and had discovered that the jungle was
not such a friendly place. Dark and humid, it was full of the
unknown. Already, Stallkid had narrowly cheated death,
escaping the clutches of not one, but two ferocious demons.
Fierce, winged monsters those two were, with long snouts lined
with needle-like teeth, claws like razors, blood stained hydes
and eyes colder than ice. They had chased him deep through the
jungle, screaming their terrifying war-cries.
Stallkid's saviour had been what appeared to be a tiny
crevasse. Without thought, he had dove in to it, barely
squirming down into it in time. There he lay, panting, for a
good long while ass the beasts of Hell stood not ten feet away
(or above) from him, snapping their jaws and snarling at him,
their saliva dripping down, burning all it touched. Stallkid
knew not for how long he lay there, panting in terror that the
beasts would break through the earth down to him. There he
slept, knowing no more.
When Stallkid woke, it was not
to the furious battle cries of demons, but rather to those of
footsteps. After the had passed by him, Stallkid rose from the
crevasse, curious as to what it could be. As Stallkid’s head
popped out of the ground, he saw that it was a man, and with
it, some sort of creature. A bird, Stallkid decided. Yes, a
bird. And not just any bird. This bird would be dinner.
Stallkid stared deep into the Mask once more. Would it
be worth it? Stallkid wanted only to leave this place, but he
did not want to leave it defeated. Yes, thought, it
will be worth it. Quietly, he placed the Mask upon his
face, feeling the familiar rage inside him once more. A fire
burned inside of Stallkid, and the Mask was the bellows that
powered it.
Swiftly and silently, Stallkid willed the
Mask to raise him high into the air, so he could track the man
thing more easily. Flying high above the treetops, he rapidly
surpassed the man thing’s position and landed. Stallkid began
to circle back, closer to the man creature.
Stallkid
decided to wait for it in a clearing, with lots of cover for
the man thing to “hide” in. He began to break small twigs,
hoping that the man creature and nothing else would hear him.
Hunger was brewing inside of him, and he wanted to taste that
bird even more than before.
Stallkid heard the sound
of a weapon being drawn, and than, ever so quietly, "Ryudo..."
someone whispered "what is it?"
"I'm not sure... it
looks wierd and I don't think it knows we're here." The man
thing replied to whatever it was he was talking to.
"On the contrary, stranger. I know you're there."
Replied Stallkid to the man-thing. Confidence welled up inside
of Stallkid, dinner was close. “And I’ve been tracking
you.” Thought Stallkid. He could practically taste the
flesh of the bird.
“W-Who... are you? What are you?”
Stallkid stared back at the ignorant creatures, not bothering
to reply to them. Instead, Stallkid walked over to the
man-creature, the Mask’s eyes glowing in hunger, lusting for
the bird’s blood.
“I can sense you are a strong...
man. What is your name?" Stallkid said as he walked
forward. Might as well humour the thing before it was
destroyed.
“Ryudo,” the man replied, “and what might
yours be?” The Mask was beginning to tire of all the niceties
Stallkid was putting forth. The Mask’s eyes glowed more
furious than ever. “Please, stop.” Ryudo said. The Mask was
pleased. The thing was afraid. But Stallkid wasn’t. He stopped
in his tracks, trying to take what litte control he could of
the Mask.
“Call me Ma-” Stallkid cut the Mask off,
deciding instead to use his alias, “call me Skullkid.” The
Mask began to burn, it’s eyes dimming as it concentrated it’s
power on Stallkid.
The Man lowered his sword, afraid
no more, an expression of mirth upon his face. “Fine... nice
to meet you, Skullkid...” Ryudo sheathed his sword, turned his
back and walked back into the jungle, along with Stallkid’s
dinner. Stallkid was both amused and angered on the inside.
This Ryudo had something else to him... Stallkid was
interested.
“You have no idea what is going on here,
do you Ryudo?” Stallkid asked all of a sudden, amazed with his
own words. The Mask was speaking through him, beginning to
take control once more. “What do you want of me?”
Stallkid screamed out inside himself. “WHAT?”
“I have a proposition for you... I suggest you hear me
out.” The Mask began to glow once more.
“Trust
me.”
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Last edited by Red Squirrel on
08-05-2001 at 09:35 PM |