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The sun gazed down warmly on the planet Kelku, covering the land in its dazzling yellow light. As it rose higher and higher into the sky, it illuminated a small encampment of hide tents sitting on a grassland, sheltered slightly behind a large hill. Wind whipped at the tents, causing them to rattle and shake. The tent lines were secure, however, and the wind could not rip them away.
From one of the tents emerged a tall, lanky young man. The young man, Txon Taronyu, stood and stretched. He was dressed simply, in a pair of briefs made from the hide of native animals, and he welcomed the feel of the sun on his skin, He barely noticed the howling winds. Such winds were commonplace on the Howling Plains, and Txon cared little for what was merely a breeze on his weather-toughened skin. Txon continued to stretch, trying to pull nonexistent kinks out of his muscles. His sleep the night before and been the best he'd had since he'd left for the Years of Woe, a four year long trial to prove himself a man. During the Years he had slept wherever he felt safe, no matter how uncomfortable. Now, the soft sleeping hides were almost foreign to his skin.
Txon had awakened early; his fellow Anatasi were not even stirring yet. Of course, last night had been his adulthood ceremony, and they couldn't be expected to wake early after the massive celebration. Taking a look around the barren plains, Txon decided it was a good time to take a walk. Grabbing a simple spear and knife belt from the village stash, he set out. The weapons as well were foreign in his hands. He knew how to use them, of course, but during the Years of Woe he had had only his own claws and fangs and what weapons he was able to craft, and his crafted tools were often brittle and rough. The spear he held now was strong and sturdy, crafted for war. It would serve him well.
As Txon set off across the plains, he suddenly heard a noise, coming from a copse of trees to his right. Such copses were rare yet desired, as they often yielded small animals that were the Anatasi's favorite snacks. Sure enough, a few more seconds of listening and Txon could hear the scuttling of a small creature, his enhanced senses amplifying the sound so it was clear as day. Gripping his spear, Txon began to move towards the copse, all senses on high alert. When he reached the copse he pushed through some plants and found...a strange mechanical device. Instantly all his predatory instincts yelled Danger! He started to back away, but before he could move electricity streamed through his body. He screamed and blacked out, unable to resist the sudden and violent jolt.
He awoke an unknown time later, sitting in some strange metal container. His hands were not bound, but he could not move anything. He was paralyzed.
"What did I tell you?" said an unseen voice, "Easy as pie. Now we have the perfect prize for the arenas of Rattatak." So, he was a prisoner then. Immediately fear filled Txon's mind. Anatasi hated being imprisoned. However, he still could not move.
"Yeah, yeah," another voice said, "Are you sure you imput the coordinates right?" Fear began to turn to rage as Txon's animal instincts began to override his common sense. He had to get free! He began to strain with all his mental and physical strength. Somehow, his muscles began to loosen.
"Why?" said the first voice. Elation flooded Txon as he felt his muscles begin to respond. He was jump starting his body! He didn't know how, but he was breaking through whatever paralysis had been inflicted on him!
"Because I could have sworn we were headed to..." the second voice was drowned out by a animal roar of rage as Txon lunged to his feet and hurtled towards the voices. Two men, sitting at some sort of machinery, turned and gaped as the Anatasi warrior bore down on him. Txon gave them no time to respond. With one mighty swing his claws shredded the neck of the man to his right. The other scrambled for a weapon, but Txon lunged with his other hand and gashed deep into the man's neck, tearing out his throat with a single strike. The man slumped against the control panel and hit a button. Suddenly Txon was thrown backwards. He got up, and looked out through some clear substance at a massive ball of gray and green that filled his vision. The massive metal container, klaxons screaming, began to plunge towards it. Txon tried to push more buttons and save himself, but he only seemed to make himself fall faster.
As the container plunged through the atmosphere, Txon began to panic. With a cry he began pounding and slashing at the clear material in front of him, trying to break through and carving great gashes in the material. The ground loomed up to meet him, but with one final cry he broke through the material and threw himself clear. He fell from the container, smacking into branch after branch until he finally landed, hit his head, and blacked out.
(OOC: Wow, that was long! Can't wait to get started [member="Kiara"]!)
The sun gazed down warmly on the planet Kelku, covering the land in its dazzling yellow light. As it rose higher and higher into the sky, it illuminated a small encampment of hide tents sitting on a grassland, sheltered slightly behind a large hill. Wind whipped at the tents, causing them to rattle and shake. The tent lines were secure, however, and the wind could not rip them away.
From one of the tents emerged a tall, lanky young man. The young man, Txon Taronyu, stood and stretched. He was dressed simply, in a pair of briefs made from the hide of native animals, and he welcomed the feel of the sun on his skin, He barely noticed the howling winds. Such winds were commonplace on the Howling Plains, and Txon cared little for what was merely a breeze on his weather-toughened skin. Txon continued to stretch, trying to pull nonexistent kinks out of his muscles. His sleep the night before and been the best he'd had since he'd left for the Years of Woe, a four year long trial to prove himself a man. During the Years he had slept wherever he felt safe, no matter how uncomfortable. Now, the soft sleeping hides were almost foreign to his skin.
Txon had awakened early; his fellow Anatasi were not even stirring yet. Of course, last night had been his adulthood ceremony, and they couldn't be expected to wake early after the massive celebration. Taking a look around the barren plains, Txon decided it was a good time to take a walk. Grabbing a simple spear and knife belt from the village stash, he set out. The weapons as well were foreign in his hands. He knew how to use them, of course, but during the Years of Woe he had had only his own claws and fangs and what weapons he was able to craft, and his crafted tools were often brittle and rough. The spear he held now was strong and sturdy, crafted for war. It would serve him well.
As Txon set off across the plains, he suddenly heard a noise, coming from a copse of trees to his right. Such copses were rare yet desired, as they often yielded small animals that were the Anatasi's favorite snacks. Sure enough, a few more seconds of listening and Txon could hear the scuttling of a small creature, his enhanced senses amplifying the sound so it was clear as day. Gripping his spear, Txon began to move towards the copse, all senses on high alert. When he reached the copse he pushed through some plants and found...a strange mechanical device. Instantly all his predatory instincts yelled Danger! He started to back away, but before he could move electricity streamed through his body. He screamed and blacked out, unable to resist the sudden and violent jolt.
He awoke an unknown time later, sitting in some strange metal container. His hands were not bound, but he could not move anything. He was paralyzed.
"What did I tell you?" said an unseen voice, "Easy as pie. Now we have the perfect prize for the arenas of Rattatak." So, he was a prisoner then. Immediately fear filled Txon's mind. Anatasi hated being imprisoned. However, he still could not move.
"Yeah, yeah," another voice said, "Are you sure you imput the coordinates right?" Fear began to turn to rage as Txon's animal instincts began to override his common sense. He had to get free! He began to strain with all his mental and physical strength. Somehow, his muscles began to loosen.
"Why?" said the first voice. Elation flooded Txon as he felt his muscles begin to respond. He was jump starting his body! He didn't know how, but he was breaking through whatever paralysis had been inflicted on him!
"Because I could have sworn we were headed to..." the second voice was drowned out by a animal roar of rage as Txon lunged to his feet and hurtled towards the voices. Two men, sitting at some sort of machinery, turned and gaped as the Anatasi warrior bore down on him. Txon gave them no time to respond. With one mighty swing his claws shredded the neck of the man to his right. The other scrambled for a weapon, but Txon lunged with his other hand and gashed deep into the man's neck, tearing out his throat with a single strike. The man slumped against the control panel and hit a button. Suddenly Txon was thrown backwards. He got up, and looked out through some clear substance at a massive ball of gray and green that filled his vision. The massive metal container, klaxons screaming, began to plunge towards it. Txon tried to push more buttons and save himself, but he only seemed to make himself fall faster.
As the container plunged through the atmosphere, Txon began to panic. With a cry he began pounding and slashing at the clear material in front of him, trying to break through and carving great gashes in the material. The ground loomed up to meet him, but with one final cry he broke through the material and threw himself clear. He fell from the container, smacking into branch after branch until he finally landed, hit his head, and blacked out.
(OOC: Wow, that was long! Can't wait to get started [member="Kiara"]!)
