The Stinger-Copter from Scorpix City that Scorponok sent west flies over the Ice Mountains that divide the Arctic from the Wastelands. It goes over the Arctic and continues its flight, making sure to stay high above Saber Mountain.
Observing the copter above him with wonder, a creature draped in a thick blanket whistles. Lowering his gaze back to the frightened Rhino in front of him, he dips a wooden bowl within a small bubbling pot and extends a withered hand.
"Don't worry, eat freely. The soup is quite a favorite of mine."
Wrapping his blanket tighter about him, the Rhino eyes the iron pot for a time. Crackling flames dance within his iris.
The creature tilts his head. "You alright, matey?"
Throwing snow on the fire, the Rhino grabs the iron pot and beats the ground, missing the creature by a hair. Inching backwards, the creature calmy raises his hands above him. "I saved you, whether you accept it or not. They only meant to betray you in the end."
The Rhino softens—confused. Motioning him to lower the pot, the creature shows him a necklace—Byrum's necklace. "I found this in that nasty Raven's possession. They we're going to sell you off, leave you, but me? I see you as something more than a quick buck."
The Rhino glares at the necklace and grunts. The creature smiles. "I see you as family. So that means I'll take care of you, starting with a good meal."
A tear forms in the corner of the Rhino's eye as he continues to gaze upon the necklace. Looking up at the creature, he accepts the bowl of soup.
The Stinger-Copter from Scorpix City that Scorponok sent west flies over the Ice Mountains that divide the Arctic from the Wastelands. It goes over the Arctic and continues its flight, making sure to stay high above Saber Mountain.
Observing the copter above him with wonder, a creature draped in a thick blanket whistles. Lowering his gaze back to the frightened Rhino in front of him, he dips a wooden bowl within a small bubbling pot and extends a withered hand.
"Don't worry, eat freely. The soup is quite a favorite of mine."
Wrapping his blanket tighter about him, the Rhino eyes the iron pot for a time. Crackling flames dance within his iris.
The creature tilts his head. "You alright, matey?"
Throwing snow on the fire, the Rhino grabs the iron pot and beats the ground, missing the creature by a hair. Inching backwards, the creature calmy raises his hands above him. "I saved you, whether you accept it or not. They only meant to betray you in the end."
The Rhino softens—confused. Motioning him to lower the pot, the creature shows him a necklace—Byrum's necklace. "I found this in that nasty Raven's possession. They we're going to sell you off, leave you, but me? I see you as something more than a quick buck."
The Rhino glares at the necklace and grunts. The creature smiles. "I see you as family. So that means I'll take care of you, starting with a good meal."
A tear forms in the corner of the Rhino's eye as he continues to gaze upon the necklace. Looking up at the creature, he accepts the bowl of soup.
Coming near the light of the fire, the creature is none other that Whit. Cackling, he pauses to think. "Hmm, you'll be needing a name, right? Well from now on, friend, you'll be...Ino! Shuffles the letters of Rhino, eh? Pretty fancy."
The Rhino repeats the name to himself and smiles. "Ino!"
-last edited on Feb 10, 2022 3:37:33 GMT by Shamrock
Post by Shamrock on Feb 10, 2022 3:36:38 GMT
Upon the shores of the North Sea, several hundred Croc soldiers amass, clustered around their vehicles. Above, a lone Helicroctor circles through the sky, watching for enemy pursuit along the path of melten snow and blackened earth left by their procession.
Away from the land, crack run through the sea-ice as a large flotilla looses its fiery bombardment. On the deck of King Crogall's Revenge, Commodore Cralt observes as a battlecruisr and two destroyers draw nearer to the shoreline, the waters bubbling around them. Glancing about, he perceives a dozen red shapes glowing beneath the ice, as his submarines loose their barrage from below. Soon...with a thunderous crack, the ice adjacent to the shore explodes, as a trio of submarines blast their way through. Cheering, most of the party on the shore leap into the water and swim to the vessels, clambering atop and inside them. In a matter of minutes, the submarines have moved back out to sea, making way for the destroyer Lion's Bane, its decks cleared to carry the expedition's vehicles.
Cralt, however, turns his focus to the submarine rising from the waves to dock with his ship. Striding inside, he descends several sets of iron stairs before rounding a corner and seeing him. "Your Majesty! We'll be back at the Swamp in no time."
With the crewmen's cheers surrounding him, Crogar Skelekar follows Cralt to the deck, breathing in the cold sea air.
the ET troops marched through the artic north to sabre mountain
IC: *They hear the drone of plane engines, right before they see the ground being shot up in two trails coming towards them.* "Give em what for, comrades! ha-HA" *Ace grins as he keeps firing.*
OOC: Bi-plane style guns and bullet effects, like a classic. =P
the ET troops marched through the artic north to sabre mountain
IC: *They hear the drone of plane engines, right before they see the ground being shot up in two trails coming towards them.* "Give em what for, comrades! ha-HA" *Ace grins as he keeps firing.*
OOC: Bi-plane style guns and bullet effects, like a classic. =P
Narrowing an eye, Whit cocks his head and places a claw to his mouth wishing for silence. Ino takes another slurp from the bowl of warm soup, but Whit reveals his teeth which frightens Ino to stop.
The flames of the fire are suddenly put out by a harsh wind.
Whit dives for Ino as waves of projectiles puncture the ground and nearly claim his foot. Dragging him by the neck collar, Whit throws him behind a rock and covers him in mounds of snow. He once again motions for silence as Ino remains shaking violently, still holding his now empty bowl of soup.
Having made sure his special shoes were secure, Whit hides within a snowdrift, his shoes making it appear as if a Saber-Tooth had made footprints within the snow.
IC: *They hear the drone of plane engines, right before they see the ground being shot up in two trails coming towards them.* "Give em what for, comrades! ha-HA" *Ace grins as he keeps firing.*
OOC: Bi-plane style guns and bullet effects, like a classic. =P
Narrowing an eye, Whit cocks his head and places a claw to his mouth wishing for silence. Ino takes another slurp from the bowl of warm soup, but Whit reveals his teeth which frightens Ino to stop.
The flames of the fire are suddenly put out by a harsh wind.
Whit dives for Ino as waves of projectiles puncture the ground and nearly claim his foot. Dragging him by the neck collar, Whit throws him behind a rock and covers him in mounds of snow. He once again motions for silence as Ino remains shaking violently, still holding his now empty bowl of soup.
Having made sure his special shoes were secure, Whit hides within a snowdrift, his shoes making it appear as if a Saber-Tooth had made footprints within the snow.
With his cloak blending in with the snow, Whit digs Ino out of the snow drift and places a chi orb within his harness. Gathering strength, he lifts Ino onto his back and carries him away. "Got to make for warmer climates."
the ET troops marched through the artic north to sabre mountain
IC: *They hear the drone of plane engines, right before they see the ground being shot up in two trails coming towards them.* "Give em what for, comrades! ha-HA" *Ace grins as he keeps firing.*
OOC: Bi-plane style guns and bullet effects, like a classic. =P
OOC: ladymargaret are these troops still here, or have you retconned this action?
