Post by Shara on Apr 21, 2005 21:50:18 GMT
::To the unskilled eye, the dark sandy plains would have appeared completely barren and devoid of life. On closer inspection, a cloud of dust being kicked up by someone or something might have been noticed. In order to catch the whole picture, however, you would have had to have been very close indeed, such was the vastness of the area.
The little boy was running as fast as his feet would carry him, spikey silver hair blowing in the slight breeze created by his own movement. Behind him, and gaining fairly fast, was a large spiderlike creature. The boy could almost feel the creatures hot breath on the back of his neck, could hear the clicking of many sharp teeth as it threw its head back and forth, trying to catch hold of its slippery prey. But he was not afraid. The Echani had no grasp on fear, no comprehension. Perhaps that was the very reason they were dieing out- that which could not fear made very little effort to preserve itself.
Trip, such was the boy's name, was exactly the same as the rest of his species...... he wasn't fleeing in fear, but merely for the thrill of the chase. To his child's mentality he saw himself as a dareing warrior, facing the danger's of this almost unliveable planet alone. In the heat of the moment he conveniently forgot that a true warrior would not be running, but fighting. But conveniently forgetting things was something like a skill to Trip.
He lept and dodged around the creatures feeble attempts, laughing gleefuly and waving his small vibroblade all the while. Never mind that one false step could be the end of him, for the spider creature could easily have bitten his small young frame in half, and never mind the trouble he was going to be in when he brought his adventure to an end and returned to the clan-ship. At the moment all that matterd to him was the thrill of the chase.
So caught up was he that he didn't see the boulder in his path until it was too late.... he tripped and stumbled over it, his own momentum working against him as he fell to the ground, hard, his vibroblade skittering from his grasp. In a few short seconds the thought 'I'm dead' registered on his mind though it only left him with a cold certainty of the matter. A split second was all he needed to conclude that he didn't have time to get to his feet again before the creature reached him.
Instinct compelled him to throw his arms around the back of his head and wait for the inevitable- to be torn apart..... but it never happened.
As he huddled there, barely daring to move, he heard an eerily familiar female voice shout an even more familiar battle-cry, a loud humming and slashing sound, hoarse grunts and squeels that could only have come from the creature, the thud of something heavy hitting the ground........ and then the humming stopped and silence filled the air except for soft footsteps comeing his way. The footsteps stopped and he knew with an odd sort of clarity that whoever it was was now kneeling beside him. He tensed, preparing to spring up, but the hand that came to rest on his shoulder was a surprisingly gentle one.
Holding his breath he started to straighten up, looking at his would be rescuer, and found his own golden colored eyes staring into a pair of very familiar silvery blue ones, a grin spread across that familiar face. Heart quickly filling with joy he launched himself at her, releasing his held breath in happy laughter::
"Sis! Boy have you ever got good timing!"
The little boy was running as fast as his feet would carry him, spikey silver hair blowing in the slight breeze created by his own movement. Behind him, and gaining fairly fast, was a large spiderlike creature. The boy could almost feel the creatures hot breath on the back of his neck, could hear the clicking of many sharp teeth as it threw its head back and forth, trying to catch hold of its slippery prey. But he was not afraid. The Echani had no grasp on fear, no comprehension. Perhaps that was the very reason they were dieing out- that which could not fear made very little effort to preserve itself.
Trip, such was the boy's name, was exactly the same as the rest of his species...... he wasn't fleeing in fear, but merely for the thrill of the chase. To his child's mentality he saw himself as a dareing warrior, facing the danger's of this almost unliveable planet alone. In the heat of the moment he conveniently forgot that a true warrior would not be running, but fighting. But conveniently forgetting things was something like a skill to Trip.
He lept and dodged around the creatures feeble attempts, laughing gleefuly and waving his small vibroblade all the while. Never mind that one false step could be the end of him, for the spider creature could easily have bitten his small young frame in half, and never mind the trouble he was going to be in when he brought his adventure to an end and returned to the clan-ship. At the moment all that matterd to him was the thrill of the chase.
So caught up was he that he didn't see the boulder in his path until it was too late.... he tripped and stumbled over it, his own momentum working against him as he fell to the ground, hard, his vibroblade skittering from his grasp. In a few short seconds the thought 'I'm dead' registered on his mind though it only left him with a cold certainty of the matter. A split second was all he needed to conclude that he didn't have time to get to his feet again before the creature reached him.
Instinct compelled him to throw his arms around the back of his head and wait for the inevitable- to be torn apart..... but it never happened.
As he huddled there, barely daring to move, he heard an eerily familiar female voice shout an even more familiar battle-cry, a loud humming and slashing sound, hoarse grunts and squeels that could only have come from the creature, the thud of something heavy hitting the ground........ and then the humming stopped and silence filled the air except for soft footsteps comeing his way. The footsteps stopped and he knew with an odd sort of clarity that whoever it was was now kneeling beside him. He tensed, preparing to spring up, but the hand that came to rest on his shoulder was a surprisingly gentle one.
Holding his breath he started to straighten up, looking at his would be rescuer, and found his own golden colored eyes staring into a pair of very familiar silvery blue ones, a grin spread across that familiar face. Heart quickly filling with joy he launched himself at her, releasing his held breath in happy laughter::
"Sis! Boy have you ever got good timing!"
