~*Alpha*~
Apr 16, 2001, 04:58 PM
The Return Of The Kihm'bar
or
Enter: Alpha and Omega
Vulcans eyes glowed slightly as he stared at the captive his guards had brought in. He had seen that the rabbit was a fighter from the moment he had entered the room. “So, you are Omega, the renegade warrior”, he rasped. Omega inclined his head slightly. He was a strongly built young rabbit, whom some would call handsome, with pitch black fur and gold armbands. His eyes were a deep red that almost seemed to glow at some times. Around his neck, he wore a gold chain with a shard of red crystal, hanging from a pendant, on it. He wore faded army fatigues. One of the guards, a gold colored rabbit, held the prisoners confiscated sword. It was an ancient weapon, forged out of a gold colored metal. The hilt was wrapped with black leather. On the pommel, there glowed a misty white gem, that seemed to burn with an inner fire. “Yes”, Omega replied, “ I am Omega, the Renegade Warrior, as your men call me”. “Why have you come back, when I forbade you to?”, Vulcan queried, “You know that my army is too strong to be defeated by your scrawny band of rebels”. Omega smiled grimly, “ You know why I came back, Vulcan”, he countered, “ I promised you long ago I would come, and now my promise has been fulfilled”. Vulcan laughed scornfully, “Yes you are back, back in chains, back in my power”. Picking up a short dagger from the richly set table in front of him, he licked its blade thoughtfully. “ I told you that if you came back I would kill you personally. Now is as good a time as any”. He stood suddenly, and grabbed the laple of Omegas shirt, pressing the tip of the dagger against his throat. “I could gut you here and now,” he sneered, “ and I would enjoy every second of it”. Omega stood backed against the wall, the knife tickeling his throat. He felt a drop of blood roll down his neck, but stood unflinchingly. Vulcan finally lowered the dagger and sat down again, “ Take him back to his cell”, he sneered, “ I will talk to him later”. At the door Omega paused, “Does your face hurt”, he asked Vulcan. “No, why?”, Vulcan replied.
“Because its sure is killing me”.
Vulcan stood quickly, knocking over his chair, his voice dripped hatred. “I swear, Omega, when you die, it will be long and hard”.
or
Enter: Alpha and Omega
Vulcans eyes glowed slightly as he stared at the captive his guards had brought in. He had seen that the rabbit was a fighter from the moment he had entered the room. “So, you are Omega, the renegade warrior”, he rasped. Omega inclined his head slightly. He was a strongly built young rabbit, whom some would call handsome, with pitch black fur and gold armbands. His eyes were a deep red that almost seemed to glow at some times. Around his neck, he wore a gold chain with a shard of red crystal, hanging from a pendant, on it. He wore faded army fatigues. One of the guards, a gold colored rabbit, held the prisoners confiscated sword. It was an ancient weapon, forged out of a gold colored metal. The hilt was wrapped with black leather. On the pommel, there glowed a misty white gem, that seemed to burn with an inner fire. “Yes”, Omega replied, “ I am Omega, the Renegade Warrior, as your men call me”. “Why have you come back, when I forbade you to?”, Vulcan queried, “You know that my army is too strong to be defeated by your scrawny band of rebels”. Omega smiled grimly, “ You know why I came back, Vulcan”, he countered, “ I promised you long ago I would come, and now my promise has been fulfilled”. Vulcan laughed scornfully, “Yes you are back, back in chains, back in my power”. Picking up a short dagger from the richly set table in front of him, he licked its blade thoughtfully. “ I told you that if you came back I would kill you personally. Now is as good a time as any”. He stood suddenly, and grabbed the laple of Omegas shirt, pressing the tip of the dagger against his throat. “I could gut you here and now,” he sneered, “ and I would enjoy every second of it”. Omega stood backed against the wall, the knife tickeling his throat. He felt a drop of blood roll down his neck, but stood unflinchingly. Vulcan finally lowered the dagger and sat down again, “ Take him back to his cell”, he sneered, “ I will talk to him later”. At the door Omega paused, “Does your face hurt”, he asked Vulcan. “No, why?”, Vulcan replied.
“Because its sure is killing me”.
Vulcan stood quickly, knocking over his chair, his voice dripped hatred. “I swear, Omega, when you die, it will be long and hard”.