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    Re: Welcome to the Jungle

    Post by Prixlezub on Thu Mar 08, 2012 1:43 am

    Ooh, his head. A dull ache throbbed from the general area where Flad'Nag had knocked him out so unceremoniously, like a bad headache that settled in slumber, only to come back into full swing once you woke up again. Prixlezub's claws slid over to the back of his head, rubbing over the hide to try and ease the pain if only for a few moments, his de-clawed fingers stumbling over the strange bandages. What was this? While the demon did not have much in the sense of touch in his fingertips, he certainly could tell when something foreign was on his body. He curiously pulled at the wrappings, testing their purpose and strength, only to quickly remove his claws with a pained hiss. A stab of pain shot up from his jaw, indicator enough of why the wrap was around his head. During this same realization, the demon figured out that his jaw had been placed back into alignment, though the places where the hide had torn still bled. Prixlezub's thoughts turned from curiosity to confusion with that observation, a low rumble vibrating the floor of the cave he was laying on.

    Why had the natives gone and tried to heal his jaw? This made no sense to the demon prince, given that he had tried to kill them all but a few hours earlier. The demon pondered this, his claw tracing over the bandages lightly, still interested in them. Perhaps the native plan to use him for something, maybe even put him to work as a mule of some sort. Ah, but why would they want to try and help him regain his biting strength if they wanted him for mere labor? Another thought came to mind that maybe the creatures wanted to make him into a sort of warrior, perhaps to serve them and destroy a rivaling tribe. As much as he could see some mortal creatures trying that stunt, he felt that these beings were more inclined for survival, with how uncoordinated they were when fighting him. These beings hardly seemed the military type. Moving his bloodied paw down to his ear, the demon felt a tingling sensation within it, much like as if something had been placed in there. His thoughts wandered once more, though it did not take him long to figure out that it was most likely the fish-smelling thing that the elder had earlier. Eugh! He dared to place that thing in his ear? Wait, he placed it in his ear. The demon prince gave an unsure rumble about the whole situation, not in the least bit comfortable with the strange things these creatures were doing. However, he soon came to the conclusion that whatever they put in there, it more than likely was more for their own benefit than his. In fact, the foreign object in his ear probably was a way to try and control him, the bastards!

    A surge of outrage roused the demon prince from his half-slumber, digging at his ear to try and pull the babble fish out of the canal. However, his digits were much too large, and the fish was deep inside his ear, firmly lodged in there as well. Prixlezub growled and thought of the next best thing; dislodging the creature out of his ear by force. He slammed his head against the walls of the cave, effectively ruining the bandage work done by the feathery natives of the caves, as well as loosening a few choice stones from the cave ceiling and walls to rain down on both the demon prince and his company. After a few minutes of trying to jostle the fish from his ear, the demon howled and fell on his side, rolling on the floor as well as smashing his head against the stone with enough force to send the pebbles dancing around the native's feet. The demon's tantrum lasted long into a good half hour, jostling his jaw loose from the careful realigning, since most of the muscle to keep it in place had been torn quite badly. Fiery blood now painted the walls and floor of his prison in great splatters, coloring it various hues of red and yellow, contrasting sharply against the dull and cold shade of the cavern.

    Finally, after a long while, the demon succumbed back into his fatigue from earlier. While he failed to remove the fish from his ear, he certainly smashed the medical work done on him quite well. Despite the throbbing pain from his jaw, the demon smiled inwardly, happy to have thwarted some part of the native's plans, whatever they had in mind for him. For now, he laid there on the cool floor, breathing heavily from his exertion. While the natives would find the force of his hot breath against their feathers enough of a indicator of how tired he was, the thick smoke that accompanied it would be more than enough to make their eyes water and burn. Ah, but would they be able to notice one crucial thing about the prince that had changed from earlier?

    Perhaps the lack of threatening growls and glowing fire, as the demon seemed to be oblivious to the natives being around him as he rested. Though maybe he was just pleased with the wide radius they gave him. Prixlezub's thick breaths of soot soon began to dwindle down into a deeper inhale, like that of someone starting to enter a slumber. Whether the natives would want to test that would be up to their judgement of course.

    If they lacked the proper care, however, it certainly would be all of their funerals.
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    Re: Welcome to the Jungle

    Post by Universal NPC on Fri Mar 09, 2012 12:30 pm

    The first sign that the demon had awakened was the way it rubbed the back of its head. Flad'Nag felt a bit of guilt for knocking the demon out like he had, but the demon had made it obvious that if he hadn't, they'd all have been burnt to a crisp. Not a good way to start this thing off..

    The demon's hands went at the bandages, pulling before hissing and pulling away. The floor vibrated beneath their feet as the demon rumbled. So far so good, he wasn't attacking. Tra'Nosk and Glin'Gim looked to Flad'Nag, at a loss for what to do now. Speak to the demon, or at least try to test the fish? Just...sit here? The elder looked back at them, unsure. Confident as he had been about this plan, he was starting to lose it. But he hoped communication would be able to help!

    The Natives did not notice Prix's attempt to grab the fish out, but they definitely noticed his attempt to bash it out of his own skull. All three backed up even more, backs arched defensively as they watched. The demon slammed his head into the walls, hard enough that some of the rocks in the ceiling broke off and rained upon the Natives and the demon. All three of them raised their arms to keep the rocks from hitting their necks and backs, since their heads were already protected by the skulls they wore. Their eyes were upon the demon, who's fit had him now rolling on the ground, again smashing his own head into the rocky floor beneath him. Their bandages, ripped off. The demon's jaw, once again detached and dangling. It didn't stop for a good long while, and more fiery blood was spilt, staining the floors and walls.

    Finally, after what seemed to be such a long time, the demon had stopped. Any chances of other natives coming to investigate was zilch. All they needed to hear was the growling, howling, and thrashing, and they had retreated to a series of caves farthest away from the demon's area.

    The Natives stared at the demon's still body, still breathing, a breath that stung their eyes even now, before finally, Glin'Gim spoke up. "WELL. Great job, Flad'Nag! We fixed this beast's jaw, and for what?! Nothing! All our hard work, realigning it and wrapping it to keep it in place, for nothing! The stupid thing just bashed its head into the walls! This is your sentient creature?! The creature that can be taught?! This creature, that smashes itself and makes itself bleed all over the place?! THIS BEAST, THAT KILLS OUR PEOPLE, AND WE DECIDE TO TAKE IT IN AND HEAL IT?!"

    Tra'Nosk wisely kept her mouth shut, although if she had the position and authority, she would have to side with Glin'Gim. Flad'Nag merely stared back at his fellow Chief, eyes unreadable.

    "What, no wise response from the senile Chief? The wise and powerful Flad'Nag the Ashen has nothing to say?" Glin'Gim held his arms out in a mocking gesture. "I'm sorry Flad'Nag, but I'm killing it. You can't handle this beast. No one can handle this beast! We'd be better off killing it now before we're all driven to our deaths! Haven't ENOUGH died on this monster's behalf?!"

    "At least wait until he is conscious. Glin'Gim the Strong, going to slaughter a creature he doesn't know or understand in its sleep? Strong man indeed." The Elder finally snapped back, a disdainful snort aimed at his comrade. Glin'Gim glared back before both of them finally turned away. The fiery blood that stained the floors made them wary of getting closer to the demon. Tra'Nosk even wondered if she should ask to go, to get away from this thing and the squabbling Chiefs, but her curiosity made her stay. Was the demon unconscious, dying, or awake? And, seeing how it had the fish in its ear and could understand them, what would it have to think about what was just said? It seemed the elders were blinded by their fury and did not think of such a thing..
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    Re: Welcome to the Jungle

    Post by Prixlezub on Fri Mar 09, 2012 1:41 pm

    During his period of rest, the demon prince had taken the liberty of overseeing the conversation going on in front of him, despite being quite blind. To be honest, he found the native's arguing to be quite amusing, with how the both of them seemed to be fighting over how to kill him after he had so unceremoniously ripped off the bandages. Rolling back onto his belly, the prince couldn't help but grin as he listened to the shouting and screaming, before realizing something about the whole thing that seemed a bit off to him. He could understand what they were saying. The demon pondered over this new find for a moment, before reflecting back to that strange thing he felt in his ear. Yes, he could feel it moving around in there, perhaps even speaking to the demon while the others talked. Hmm, perhaps they were not after controlling his might after all, but something else...

    Wait, teaching him? Well, that certainly was a laugh. As if Prixlezub would listen to any sort of teachings the natives had to say, important to them or otherwise. He had just been kicked off of the only home he had in this gamma, sent to space, and now imprisoned by a bunch of talking parrot-lizards after fighting so hard to try and eradicate the stupid things for waking him up. Though, he had to admit, this circumstance was much more interesting than the dream he had been doomed to repeat over and over again. He left the natives to argue among themselves, taking some pleasure in the discord he had sowed in this miserable cave. Oh, but especially liked hearing the loud mouthed one, Glin'Glim he apparently was called. That one reminded him a little of his own ways, how his kind acted to intruders and those who attacked them. But, there was something about the creature that was flawed. Ah yes, he answered to the other one, Flad'Nag. The demon would be sure to fix that by the end of his time here. Though he knew better than to go and kill the elder himself, that would only make things worse for his situation. However, he certainly could make it much better.

    Carefully realigning his jaw back into the socket while the rest of them were arguing, the demon prince decided to test out the babble fish for his own use, just to see if the creatures had placed the same thing in their ears as well. After all, if they expected him to learn, then the natives must have done something to ensure that they could communicate with their "student." Why not try to sow some more discord and hatred between the two feathery creatures?

    "Glin'Glim." The demon prince rumbled, his voice hushed, yet projected at the stocky elder. If the man still thought the demon prince to be a mere beast, he would probably think that the demon's voice was simply in his mind. "You are right to distrust the grey one. His age obviously has gotten the best of his mind, harboring a demon within the caves, all for the purpose of simply trying to teach it. His actions will harm the whole of the tribe if you do not act before he does with this foolishness." The demon hissed, keeping his whispering projected at the chieftain. The demon paused a moment, grinning as he began to speak the rest of his 'vision' to the native. "While killing the demon may prove to be a temporary thing, it is actually the elder himself that is the demon, have you not noticed how he acted since returning to here? His actions have been nothing but unwise since he brought it here. The only solid thing do in this situation, is to do away with the old man." He had to focus to keep from chuckling so darkly over what he was implying, keeping his voice steady as he projected it at Glin'Glim.

    "Kill him." The demon prince hissed, his voice smooth like oil flowing upon water. "Kill. Him." He repeated again, punctuating the importance of this command.

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    Re: Welcome to the Jungle

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    Re: Welcome to the Jungle

    Post by Universal NPC on Sat Mar 10, 2012 1:35 am

    The Demon's blind eyes seemed to be upon the Elders as they argued, and it even rolled back to a normal position and...grinned. Tra'Nosk seemed to be the only one to notice, but she was not going to disregard it. It worried her...perhaps Flad'Nag was right, at least about this thing being a smart, sentient creature. Especially since it could now understand them...

    "Um, my chiefs? Maybe we should just go and start again tomorrow. It has been a long day for us all, a long day indeed, and perhaps all of us would do with some alone time." She said, sparing a glance at the demon. Honestly, the quicker they got away from this thinking, feeling, killing machine, the better.

    Flad'nag and Glin'Gim looked at the female, and then at each other. Flad'Nag let out a heavy sigh and nodded, but Glin'Gim's posture was still stiff and rather angry. "You are right, Widow Tra'nosk. In this time, we can not turn on each other. After all, if we chiefs are weak, we will make our tribe weak." Tra'nosk nodded, relieved that he had at least agreed.

    Glin'gim turned away from the two, even taking a few steps away from them. Unnoticed by him, he was actually closer to the demon than before. Angry thoughts ran through his head. Beneath his skull helmet, his mouth was situated into a sneer. How dare that stupid man ignore him? How dare he insinuate he was weak! He was Glin'Gim the Strong! About the only Chief to actually live up to his title! Norg'Ara was certainly not wise, listening to this stupid idea. Laso'Gel acted Fierce, and in his younger days, he WAS Fierce, but in his old age, he was nothing. He spoke naught but hollow words! Flad'Nag's title was simple, Ashen, meaning his old skin. So he lived up to his title, but the others did not!

    Prixlezub wrote:Glin'Glim.

    The Chief jolted slightly, looking around. Flad'Nag and Tra'Nosk were talking amongst themselves, and he was patting her shoulder. Probably comforting her about her dead mate...but who had spoken? He spared a glance at the demon but instantly dismissed it. the demon? Speaking? Ha. Anything that bashed its own heads in obviously could not speak. It probably bashed out any ability to even speak while it was at it!

    The voice continued though. His shoulders stiffened as his eyes darted around. Gods, was he going mad? His worries about his sanity were quenched as he absorbed the words. Perhaps this was nothing more than his own words to himself. The words certainly said precisely what he thought. The voice assured him that he should distrust Flad'Nag. The words agreed that Flad'Nag's age impeded his judgement, an accusation he frequently brought up, only to be ignored by Norg'Ara. Wise, indeed!

    He enjoyed hearing a voice of some kind finally acknowledging things he had thought for so long. The voice continued though, and Glin'Gim's back stiffened as well. Flad'nag was the demon..? How could that be? But yes, he had been acting unwise! He was always unwise, but never this terrible! Perhaps the demon had killed the real Flad'Nag, and replaced him with this copy to make sure he could live!

    Paranoid thoughts filled his mind and again, he glanced at the other two. They were still conversing amongst each other. He narrowed his eyes and turned away. The copy of Flad'Nag would lead them all to their deaths! Yes, he had to kill him before he killed them all! Yes yes yes! Do away with the old fool! Save his people!

    His hand tightened around his spear when suddenly, he felt a hand on his shoulder. He jerked, dropping his spear and turned to see Flad'nag's worried, old eyes. "Are you alright, brother?" He had noticed the Elder's increasingly stiff posture and became worried.

    Glin'Gim turned away, paranoia ebbing away and worry taking its place. He had seriously considered killing his fellow chief! all because of some voice in his head! The voice....he really was going mad, wasn't he? His shoulders drooped.

    Flad'Nag frowned beneath his skull adornment. This wasn't normal behavior for the Chief. Perhaps he had hurt the other's feelings in their argument... "I'm sorry Glin'Gim. I shouldn't have mocked your title...I just want you to understand. This creature is sentient like us, and it would be wrong to kill him now. He might have slaughtered so many of our men and women, but if we kill him heartlessly, we'd be no better."

    Glin'Gim looked at his fellow Chief and nodded. He didn't agree, he still thought it was stupid. But after that....that voice, wondering if he were going mad...he really just wanted to leave now. Leave and pray this entire day was just a sick nightmare. "I'm sorry as well, Flad'Nag...I should show you more respect." Flad'Nag just nodded and placed an arm around the other Elder's shoulders, both leaving together. Tra'nosk had already left the cave. They would all leave to rest, and return later. Hopefully, their second day with the demon would go better.
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    Re: Welcome to the Jungle

    Post by Prixlezub on Sun Mar 11, 2012 7:22 pm

    Oh wasn't that just touching. While the prince was not able to see the after effects of his little talk with Glin'Glim, he certainly could feel the tension in the air. The great majority of it radiating from the fiery elder. From the way that the feathery man was so quiet, the demon could tell he was contemplating his words. Yes, you little weak-willed thing, listen to Prixlezub's reason, kill Flad'Nag! However, the man lingered for much too long, allowing just enough time for the other elder to notice his silence. Damn, the demon prince was hoping for some further conflict within the tribe, perhaps enough to produce the chaos needed to escape his prison. However, the one native did mention something that had took the demon's interest earlier on. If they were to try and heal him, Prixlezub would have to give them some proper guidance. Ah, but that would be later. For now, he simply listened to the two elders talk over their differences with their own little pep talk. Oh how amusing these creatures were. It would be fun to break them all after he was done using them for what he needed.

    As he listened to the others leave, Prixlezub sighed lowly, pleased that he was finally left alone at last. As the cave settled and quieted around him, the demon prince allowed himself some precious moments of rest, letting his mind wander and plot out his course of action. Both to get himself out of here, and how to get himself back to Portal Breach. His great claws curled inwards giving his aching head a place to rest for the time being, while his tail swayed a few times before wrapping about his body as well. While the two natives were hoping that the second day would fare better for them, they greatly underestimated the beast they had in their possession.

    Though they would figure that out soon enough.
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    Re: Welcome to the Jungle

    Post by Universal NPC on Tue Mar 13, 2012 12:09 pm

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    The three of them stood outside the cave where they had left Prix to rest. They hadn't left him alone there of course, for there had been a few guards in the cave's 'hallway'. Although lets be honest, those Natives wouldn't really be much for Prix. He killed a whole bunch already.

    After what had happened yesterday, even if the demon had only been injuring himself, made Tra'nosk and Glin'Gim cautious about entering. Glin'Gim himself was still worried about that 'voice' that wanted him to kill his fellow chief, but he pushed it out of his mind and focused. Flad'Nag was already prepared to start again today.

    Leading the way, the elder walked into the cave slowly. The demon was laying down, possibly asleep, possibly not, but either way, the elder would keep his distance. Behind him, Tra'Nosk and Glin'Gim followed, wary eyes on the demon's form.

    "Good morning! I trust you slept well?" Flad'Nag greeted warmly. The other two looked at him. This was the first time he had addressed the beast, YOU SHALL NOT PASS notwithstanding, and it was quite strange to hear.
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    Re: Welcome to the Jungle

    Post by Prixlezub on Tue Mar 13, 2012 7:26 pm

    Oh good, it was abut time the demon was given something to listen to other than those guards outside. Playing around with their nerves was starting to get quite boring. The demon prince had made it a small game of his to see just how unnerved he could make the guards before they ran off to find someone to replace their shift. Sadly, it seemed that the feathery creatures were quite diligent to their duties, hardly even giving a whisper of doubt besides that slight whiff of fear that the demon had caught in his bloody grill. Ah, but that was imply something to pass the time, as he already had a plan in mind on how to reagin some ounce of his former self. Preferably sooner rather than later, if the elders were willing to cooperate with him. As he heard the clawed footsteps of Flad'Nag and his small group enter the cave, Prixlezub turned about to face them, his head held a few inches off the ground as if to show awareness.

    Though the greeting was expected, the demon prince had to keep from scoffing at the show of kindness. To him it was just amazing how this Flad'Nag person could be so forgiving towards him despite what he had done to their people. If he knew that the demon was sentient, would he not go and try to inform their captive of his punishment, perhaps even a scolding over what had happened. Maybe this elder was just as crazy as that Glin'Glim one had said. Ah, but who was the demon to complain? If the Elders were going to treat him as a guest and tend to him, then so be it. However, let it be known that the demon was no fool. Everything that they did would be monitored through what senses Prixlezub had left. Despite the blood in his nose, they still worked quite well as a pair of secondary eyes.

    Pondering the warm welcome to the morning, he puffed a small cloud of smoke from his grill. The small breeze within the cavern blown the soot back to mingle with the blue flicker of what remained of his fiery mane. After a few minutes, the demon gave a low rumble and cleared his throat, a few clots of leftover blood from the night before spraying onto the ground in front of him. Not the best impression to give a village leader after ransacking their tribe, but it could not be helped. Now as for why he had went and burned down half of their tribe, that could easily be tweaked, in a sense.

    "Rrgh, Greetings, Flad'Nag." Prixlezub rumbled, his voice slurred and burbling from the fresh damage to his jaw. the bones groaned and bent painfully as he spoke, deciding to stay in the basic language for convenience. However, he still kept a boom to his voice to keep Glin'Glim from recognizing his voice from last night. "I see that you brought your friends from last night. Yes, Glin'Glim, Tra'Nosk, I can indeed speak, though not as well as I would like with how my jaw has been aching recently." Prixlezub rumbled and brought his claw up to try and realign the jaw bones a little better within the socket, just for a little more ease of speech. With a groan and screeching of metal on metal, the bones managed to -painfully- align themselves differently. "Though, perhaps we would not have this problem if you had treated the wound a little more professionally instead of trying to mend it with simple cloth." The prince gave a small puff of embers from his grill, pointing to the quite alien looking bones that jutted out in places. From the looks of it, this creature's frame could have been carved from metal itself.
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    Re: Welcome to the Jungle

    Post by Universal NPC on Thu Mar 15, 2012 5:26 pm

    Indeed, although slightly frightened by what the demon was doing, the guards stood their ground. Similar to how Prix would never willingly show weakness to them, they wouldn't do the same back.

    The beast turned its head and looked at them as they filed in. Flad'Nag, naturally, gave the beast a warm hello and greeting. And surprisingly, the beast had responded. 4 out of 6 eyes stared up at the beast, shocked. The beast could actually talk, imagine that! The voice slurred, and was affected by the damage to its jaw. Glin'Gim scarcely remembered what the voice had sounded like, just its message, so Prixlezub's deception was still secret.

    As if knowing they were shocked, the beast went on, assuring them that he could indeed speak. Flad'Nag nodded back. "Yes, my friends here will accompany me when we come to see you. Do you have a name?" Flad'Nag wasn't surprised that Prix could speak, but he was impressed with the dialect of the demon. It was very intriguing!

    The last thing the demon had said had elicited a response from Glin'Gim though. Wordlessly, Tra'Nosk also displayed her displeasure. "Excuse me?! We wouldn't have this problem if you didn't bash your skull on the walls of this place! That 'simple cloth' was the only thing we could do to try and help you! We didn't even have to, you know! In fact, we shouldn't have!"

    Flad'Nag held his arm out and pushed Glin'Gim behind him, the other elder simmering angrily. "He does have a point. Even if what we had tried would not have helped, the damage you did to yourself didn't improve it much either."
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    Re: Welcome to the Jungle

    Post by Prixlezub on Sat Mar 17, 2012 5:35 pm

    As usual with such creatures, it seemed that they were curious about him. A boon and also a curse on the demon's end, depending on how he satiated their interest. However, the demon prince had his own plans on how to deal with these creatures, so he had no real worries about how he would be going about it. He stayed silent while the elder told him of the two that would be accompanying him, though he could not help but turn an upper lip in amusement when they asked for his name. Oh what games he could play with that simple question alone. From what he could tell already, names did not seem to mean as much as a title did, but he could certainly warp some things around in his favor. Prixlezub had no real interest in telling them his true identity right away anyways, so he could toy around with these lesser creatures in the mean time. Reclining back on his haunches, the demon prince mulled over a few choice names for himself in his head, or more, a few name meanings.

    "My name..." The demon prince rumbled after a moment, his head lifting to look past the natives. " My name is much too complicated for you to speak, a strange tongue that is not of the one I speak now. Instead, I will tell you the meaning of it. My name is a humble one, meaning of the stars." Of course, the demon quickly realized that the name meaning was probably not so humble to these primitive beings, since they probably look up to it for their deities. Ah, though it would be all the better if he could convince them that he was. "Though to you it does not seem very humble, now does it. Ah, but you at least have not heard the name meaning Swallower of Worlds, or Who Breathes Acid and Fumes. They are much worse than I." Prixlezub explained, curling his tail about himself. "Terrible beings who would rend your home in two, and not without a second thought. I had been evicted from my planet thanks to them, The both of them being responsible for my wounds you see." The demon gave a sigh then, his head tilting downwards as if in shame and sadness." ...And as well they are responsible for what had happened to your village, having curse my vessel with a blinding madness. You see, when I arrived here, I did not see you as you are now, but more as terrible creatures. Nightmarish abominations that the World Eater had made. I... Apologize for the severe misconception on my part, if I had known it were innocents I would have never came into conflict with your kind."

    The demon prince seemed to dip his head a bit more upon being scolded for the actions he had made to destroy the bandages, though inwardly he had a little story to give them about that as well. A little something to sell his story a little further. "Oh, yes, that. A lingering effect of the curse. Though, it does not help that you made my binds out of the same material as my vessel. For both your safety and mine, I suggest you kindly take this collar off of my neck. I'm sure that the curse is still tightly bound to the metal, reforged or not. You may even notice some of its more potent effects after a while. I know that the first thing I noticed from it were these maddening whispers, terrible suggestions." Anything about that sound familiar Glin'Glim?

    The demon prince settled on the floor again, rubbing his temples with a claw. From the way that he looked, it seemed that he was focusing on something, his brow furrowing and snarl rumbling through his throat. "Ergh...Speaking of those suggestions... I feel them starting up again." The demon stated, sounding pained. Or at least, in more pain than he was now. "How about this. You get this collar off of me, and I'll help you with your village. A fair trade, yes? As for mending my wounds, they need something sturdy, like stone or metal." He suggested, just before another painful snarl rumbled through his being.

    "Errgh, the collar, please!" He urged, bloodied paws clenching the ground like as if he was fighting some horrible urge.
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    Re: Welcome to the Jungle

    Post by Universal NPC on Thu Mar 22, 2012 8:12 pm

    So, the tongue the demon spoke right now was not his Native one? "How many tongues DO you speak, Demon?" Tra'Nosk asked curiously. The Elders beside her said nothing yet, electing to listen to what the Demon was saying instead, one with the purest curiosity, one with cruel intentions. Even though the name was one they couldn't hear, according to what he said, he told them the meaning. Of the Stars? Indeed, that was not a humble name to their ears.

    "What a name! In our language, the closest equivalent would be Tra'Yvon." Flad'Nag said, a bit impressed with the name of the demon. The demon went on to mention a Swallower of Worlds and Who Breathes Acid and Fumes. Whoever they were, they were worse than himself, according to the Demon. Powerful, and would destroy them without a second thought! He had said that those two had kicked him off the planet, and had wounded him so before their own men had gotten to them. That certainly explained how he had gotten here..

    "What planet is this? And why did they evict you?" Glin'Gim inquired, skeptical of what he was hearing so far. The demon tilted his head and sighed, seemingly full of regret. As he explained that these two were the reasons for his attacking their people so, Tra'Nosk and Glin'Gim stiffened. The demon described a madness, cursed by the metal thing he had crashed in that distorted his vision, making them seem like not what they were? He apologized, and seemed quite genuinely. Perhaps he spoke truth...

    At Glin'Gim's previous words he seemed even more ashamed, saying it was a lingering effect. He insisted that the curse resided within the metal of his collar, causing him to madly bash his own head around as he did. Again, they couldn't help but feel this was the truth. Glin'Gim was skeptical as always...until he mentioned effects. His blood seemed to freeze and he stiffened slightly. Had that been it? Had the collar been trying to make him kill his fellow Chief?

    The demon stirred, saying the curse was working once more, at work tempting him to do terrible things. He begged them to take it off, even offering to help their village once he was freed, and offering how to better help his wounds. The Natives glanced at each other. Could they chance it? If the collar stayed on him, he would go crazy once more, possibly make their cave system cave in. With a shared glance it was decided. They rushed at the demon and began undoing the locks. Who knew how long it would take to know what a horrible decision this was...
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    Re: Welcome to the Jungle

    Post by Prixlezub on Thu Mar 22, 2012 9:38 pm

    And so hatred began to turn into bewilderment and awe. Just as the prince had wanted. As Tra'Nosk had inquired about the amount of languages the demon could speak, Prixlezub simply gave a low rumbling sound, seeming almost like a warm, amused chuckle. "I speak many tongues, the languages of man and my kin." Prixlezub explained, a partial truth to his story. He could speak some of the languages that humans had made, but as for which ones... Well, that was still to be determined. Not to mention the language of his kin was a given to him, his second language to his original tongue. However, thanks to his little incident with Layla, he sadly had forgotten it. Maybe if he managed to get married again, he would be able to speak his mother tongue. Ah, but that was something to be pondered on later, right now he needed to win over these feathery natives. "Tra'Yvon..." He echoed, tasting the words and letting them roll from his tongue. "A fine name, I must say. What do your names mean, if I may ask? I have already figured that 'Tra' must mean of or belonging to, thanks to your insight, Flad'Nag. So Tra'Nosk, what is it you originate from?" Prixlezub asked, the last few words of his question to the guard seeming a bit awkward from the way his jaw had to move in order to pronounce the words.

    As for Glin'Glim's question, the demon prince answered that one with as much thought as he did with his story. "The planet of Portal Breach, it is far enough off from here that I don't even see it that clearly. to you it would just seem like another star, perhaps a blue dot in your heavens." He stated, nodding upwards at the ceiling of the cave. "There I had been a guardian of sorts, which had gotten me into conflict with Swallower of Worlds more then once. Who Breathes Acid and Fumes had the cunning to team up with Swallower of Worlds, as I had gotten in the way of his plans to infiltrate and destroy a place that I had been guarding. A sacred garden, it was. He wanted to burn it down and turn it into a noxious bog, a brooding place for his minions. Swallower was more than willing to help her I wouldn't doubt, since the two of us are enemies." The demon prince gave a low, depressed sigh. "If only I had been stronger... I could have stopped them."

    However, while the demon had been crying the biggest crocodile tears anyone had ever seen, his previous talk had apparently worked wonders to move the natives into removing the collar from around his neck. Though his hide was plenty thick, he could just barely feel the elder's feet climbing over him, the clicking of locks a tickling sensation in his ear that was most welcome. Soon, he would be free, and the fate of this village would soon be determined.

    But as the last lock was pulled free... The demon prince did not stir or rouse, instead sitting patiently and waiting for the natives to remove the collar, occasionally shuddering like as if the curse's presence was still quite strong in him. Once the shackles were removed from his neck though, the demon settled, placing a claw on his brow and puffing smoke through his grill in an open sigh. "Ahh, thank you." He nodded graciously, slumping to the ground as if he had just returned from running a year-long marathon. "Though, to be sure that the curse is gone, you should get rid of that thing, abolish it to the deepest of pits you can find, make sure nothing falls to that things terrible power again. I would not wish my curse on anyone." He advised, before turning his head away from his company and breaking into a coughing fit, clots of blood splattering on the ground next to him.

    Ugh, he really should get that looked at.
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    Re: Welcome to the Jungle

    Post by Universal NPC on Sat Mar 24, 2012 7:52 pm

    The acting of Prixlezub was truly one worthy of an Oscar. With a simple tune from his silver tongue, woven quite finely, he had gained their trust where before there was only skepticism, except from Flad'Nag. Flad'Nag himself was now relieved that, seeing how Prix was a civil and understanding being when not affected by that curse. "Do you mind if we call you by the name Tra'Yzon? It is better than addressing you by no name at all." Flad'Nag asked kindly.

    Tra'Nosk listened as he answered. The languages of man and his kin? "What is this...man? A creature like yourself?" They had never had contact with the species known as human, for no such specie resided on this planet.

    He inquired as to their own name's meaning. Glin'Gim spoke first. "My full title is Glin'Gim the Strong, and my name means Son of the Mighty, as my father was a strong Chief before I myself was." And it was naturally from his father that he got his stubbornness.

    Next spoke Flad'Nag, who as always spoke plainly and pleasantly. "I'm known fully as Flad'Nag the Ashen, and it means Devoted Leader. I wasn't exactly named for it because they thought the meaning fit me, but because my parents agreed that it sounded well."

    Tra'Nosk looked up at the demon as she explained her name meaning and answered the demon's question. "My mother was a well known, fierce warrior, unheard of at the time because she was female. Even after she had lain my egg, she continued to fight and hunt with the males, carrying me with her so she could see me hatch. One day, she and the others encountered a large clan of Mukrash, a fierce creature. They were outnumbered, and if it weren't Laso'Gel the Fierce, everyone would have died. My mother, however, was one such death. She had been greatly injured, and with the last of her strength, she had handed my unhatched egg to a young warrior." A warrior who grew to be Glin'Gim the Strong. She glanced at him and he glanced back, remembering that day. "I am Of the Warrior."

    Name translations done, they listened as he talked once more, telling them where he came from and how he had been attacked. Indeed, they often saw a large blue dot in the sky and pondered over it along with all the other stars. Never would they have thought though that creatures like this demon could reside on them! So the Demon had been a Guardian for a sacred Garden, something the Swallower had wanted to destroy and turn into a bog. The two had teamed up and overtaken him, cursing his vessel and sending him into the skies.

    "A tragic tale, I am sorry such a thing has happened to you." Flad'Nag said sincerely. Every lock had been unlocked and as they pulled the large collar off of him, the Demon seemed to relax, the pressure of the curse lifting from him. He thanked them. "You are welcome. I am very sorry, if we had known that the metal collar had contained such a curse, we would not have put you into it." He and the other two dragged it to the far corner of the cave, and they would head the demon's words and place it somewhere where the curse couldn't reach them. Glin'Gim had offered to do it, eager to get the cursed object away and see for himself it was gone.

    The demon's coughing fit produced more blood on the ground, and Flad'Nag looked up at him, worriedly. "You said your wounds need metal and stone, yes? With that collar gone and us being able to communicate, we can mend your wounds much more effectively now!"
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    Re: Welcome to the Jungle

    Post by Prixlezub on Sun Mar 25, 2012 1:48 am

    Good acting or not, the demon was slightly relieved that he still retained that little ability of his. Last time he got cursed into his princely form, he had forgotten damn near everything! However, now that he knew that the natives were eating out of his claws, as bloodied as they were, he felt a bit more confident about his circumstance. All he needed to do was to get these creatures to properly tend his wounds, and he would be trying to figure how to get a transport here, if he was able to. Prixlezub kept his attention on the aliens as he pondered how to get off of this rock in the back of his mind, his brow raising in a sort of tickled interest as he heard Flad'Nag's request. Ah, why not? The demon had a few other aliases already, why not add one more.

    "Oh, of course. I would be honored to have such a name." Prixlezub replied, nodding his approval to the Elder. He listened to the others as well as they told their names, keeping the meanings locked away in his memory. While some would find the names to be a sort of silly conversation, the demon knew that through a name, many things could be learned. One being a few parts of their language, and the second being some personal information of the three natives he was speaking to. He learned of Glin'Glim's father, what little information there was, Flad'Nag was named because his parents simply liked the name. And Tra'Nosk...She gave the most information. The only good circumstance with the demon being blind was that the natives could not seem him glancing between Glin'Glim and Tra'Nosk. Obviously, if the Elder raised her, the two would surely have a deeper connection than simply being a temporary guard. In fact, he was surprised he did not notice it sooner, with how devoted the woman was to her duties, not to mention the two shared a few...Personality quirks. Either way, the demon now knew how to get to Glin'Glim if he needed to, keeping the information tucked away in his mind until later.

    "Man...Man is a strange creature. Hairless, flat-faced things that walk upright, lacking in your feathers and adornments. However, they are quite intelligent, if not a bit manipulative of their environment. They can be quite strange, able to be loving and understanding of their kin, while at the same time they could be planning on how to destroy them with the utmost hatred." The demon prince explained, shifting his weight to better accommodate a sore spot from a previous wound. "Their creations can be quite clever and industrious, though I have seen a majority of them used for the purpose of war. Despite this, they know and respect power when they see it, if they are wise. Their minds and ideas come in all colors, and it seems to be a sort of trademark among their kind from what I have seen. It certainly is accountable for most of their languages, as many as there are. Though on that planet there...They all seem to speak only one language when they talk with each other. Basic, they call it." The demon prince curled his tail about himself like a great cat, trying to ignore the pain of his wounds as best as he could to keep up the impression of his strength. "I don't really know how you feel about other races, but I find their culture a bit refreshing. Very colorful and intricate like a well woven cloth."

    Getting back to their names, the demon prince gave a thoughtful nod to them all, smoke pluming briefly from his bloodied grill. "Your language is quite interesting, and your names certainly fit you all well." He rumbled, his reply sounding slightly garbled as he cleared his throat of yet another clot of his own blood. "Errhhgm. Excuse me." The demon prince tipped his head in a small apology, the flames upon his neck flickering and dancing over his hide with the motion. Once again, Flad'Nag started up with his own speech, sounding apologetic for what had happened. If Prixlezub had lacked his self control, he would have burst out into laughter over the idea of someone apologizing to him after he had just about decimated their population. But, the prince knew better. He was now a guest on this planet, and it was quite rude to laugh in the face of the one who was so gracious to allow him to stay here.

    Even if this guest had quite the dagger hidden behind his back.

    Keeping himself composed, Prixlezub bowed his head in reply to the Elder's apology. Though for the most part he was relieved that there was nothing restraining him anymore. Prixlezub absolutely hated being tied down or caged up, it felt so, so... Demeaning. And with his current physical state of being in such a bloodied and shredded condition, feeling like he was going to be held down for the slaughter was the least of what he wanted hanging over his head. "It is fine, Flad'Nag. You and your kind were probably acting on what you had available, given what had happened prior to this. While the metal they used to trap me is curse, it is also quite strong. If I was in the same position as you, I probably would have used the metal as well." The demon reassured him with a tone that sounded quite calm and understanding. Mortal creatures always seemed to react best to that sort of speech, from his past experiences.

    "That we can. The first I would suggest mending though would be the hole in my chest. Your weaponry was quite effective against my own natural armor, I must say." Prixlezub rumbled, pointing -as best he could- to the spot where Flad'Nag had shot him with the energy beam. "However, my coughing problem stems from something that I don't think even your kind's medical expertise can fix." Of course, some readers here would know what the demon was talking about. "Before I had been cursed and evicted, Who Breathes Acid and Fumes went and rent my stomach from my body. Though I can live without it, the organ has a very necessary function to my body, mainly being the crucial component of my regenerative abilities. Without it, I can be patched up, but I cannot be as healthy as I would be if I still had it..." Prixlezub explained, his brow furrowing in a rather unreadable expression. Really though, in talking of his personal disability, he had unwillingly brought up talking about his wife. The demon grew silent for a few minutes afterwards, pondering over that rather depressing memory despite needing to keep up his guise. However, it was only for a few minutes that he was left so vulnerable, before he returned to his facade. "...Ah, but I am sure that there is something that can be done in order to perhaps keep my internal injuries from being so apparent."

    Hopefully his pause had not been too long.
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    Re: Welcome to the Jungle

    Post by Universal NPC on Thu Mar 29, 2012 1:10 am

    The Demon had nodded, he approved of the name that matched most with his natural name's meaning. "Tra'Yzon shall be what you are addressed by then!" If nothing at all, Prixlezub would probably be glad to not be called 'Beast', 'Demon', or 'Monster'.

    The Demon was quick to pick up such information, and his assumptions on the relationship of Tra'Nosk and Glin'Gim were quite true. Around others, they tried to keep how they knew each other on the 'down low', so to speak. While some naturally knew, some did not, and they preferred to keep it that way. No chance for anyone to attempt to accuse Glin'Gim of favoritism if anything were to come up. Tra'Nosk's eyes lowered slightly, the tale of her mother's death bringing her down a tad, but Glin'Gim reached out, patting her arm, and their eyes met up again and she nodded. The two did not have to use words too much sometimes.

    She and the elders focused their eyes on Tra'Yzon, as they knew him, as he described man. The images they got from his description no doubt did not match what man really looked like, but alas, they were left only with his words and their own imagination. The ways of man Tra'Yzon described were so confusing. "Capable of love and hate? Sounds like quite the uneven race.."

    The mention of creations definitely got their attention. Their own creations, while not precisely 'clever', were often used in their own 'wars' of a kind, mostly against the nonsentient beings that also inhabited this world. The world of the man also possessed many languages, it seemed! How silly, to make up so many languages when you could just speak one. Apparently, the specific world Tra'Yzon had just been on DID use just one language. "Baaaasic?" Glin'Gim tilted his head as he tested the word. "Strange name for a language..." Beside him, Tra'Nosk nodded.

    "We have not met many other races with a...culture. But we shall take your word for it. Man sounds like an intriguing, if confusing race." Surely, there were probably more races with cultures on this planet, but the Natives did not explore much, certainly not enough to encounter others. Tra'Yzon went quiet, seeming to consider something before telling them that their language was interesting, and their names fit them well. "Thank you, Tra'Yzon. Despite our earlier reservations, and impressions, I think we can all agree that you are a fascinating creature to have met!" Flad'Nag said with a nod as well.

    Tra'Yzon coughed suddenly, another terrible blood clot dislodging from his throat and he dipped his head apologetically. "No need to excuse yourself, my friend. You can not help it, unfortunately." The demon accepted the elder's apology with a nod, and the elder felt better. Oh, Norg'Ara would be very pleased to hear about what a calm, nice demon Tra'Yzon was! "I thank you for understanding, Tra'Yzon."

    The first wound Tra'Yzon suggested they fix was the one Flad'Nag himself had doled out. He felt a tad guilty, especially since Tra'Yzon was under a curse at the time, but he knew if he hadn't, he would not have been able to stop himself. The second part though, made them all curious.

    "Without your stomach, you cannot heal completely?" Tra'Nosk was a bit aghast at that. Maybe moreso that the demon could even live without his stomach inside of him. Indeed, there was no way they could fix that, unfortunately. The demon grew silent, as if contemplative about the attack that had been done onto him. They allowed him his moment of silence, and then he spoke again.

    "Probably, yes. We will figure something out. Tra'Nosk?" she snapped to attention at Flad'Nag's call. "Gather up some stone and metal please." She nodded and left. They had a demon to fix!

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