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    Re: Welcome to the Jungle

    Post by Prixlezub on Fri Mar 30, 2012 1:22 am

    And lo' the demon prince had acquired a new name, grinning inwardly at how the elder seemed to be so pleased that he accepted the name. However, if there ever came a time where the demon prince needed an alias that everyone in the village had come to learn, it was best that the name was that of their own people. For both the sake of his integration, and for the native's sake as well. Prixlezub, or more Tra'Yzon, intended to stay here for as long as he needed before going back to Portal Breach, as much as he wanted to return to his home. Before he could do anything to help himself, he needed to get an idea of where he was and what he was dealing with, due to the circumstances. With his eyes missing, the demon would not be able to see his surroundings, and while he could still get a very good idea of where he was via scent alone, that extra sense still was something he did not want to be left without. He had an idea as to how he would regain his sight, but it required a little help from his new 'friends' first. Though, he would wait until the more debilitating injuries were healed before he asked them about his eyes.

    His hearing was quite fine nonetheless, and he quickly picked up on the elder's perplexed tone. "Yes, Man is quite the oddly balanced of races." The demon rumbled, pushing his jaw back into place as her felt it began to slip. Perhaps he should refrain from talking so much until the feathery creatures were done tending to his wounds. but, he still had his own curiosities about them. "Though, I have never come across a race like your own on my planet. Do you have a name for your species, something to call yourselves by?" He asked. If there was anything that he felt was best to learn first, it would be what to call the natives that he shared this cave with. The rest he would learn as time went on, and he had more energy to learn about these strange beings. Right now though, he was beginning to feel ready to lapse back into a light slumber. His wounds were really taking a toll on his body, even just staying awake was starting to become an act of will. Though, he would stay awake as long as the natives needed to patch his wounds. Prixlezub was well aware of his own weight, and while he was not fat like some liked to say, he was still quite heavy. Trying to mend his wounds while he was unconscious would be like trying to repair a wrecked train while using no heavy lifting equipment. It would be near impossible!

    He turned his head to Glin'glim, bobbing it in affirmation of the language's name. The demon could not help but chuckle in amusement at the elder's reaction. "Hmhmhm...Yes, different languages can be quite strange, and even stranger to understand. Personally, I am thankful they did do not use something more...Complex to pronounce, else I may not be able to speak to you as I do now." He gave another small rumble, sounding both amused yet at the same time, pained. No doubt due to the wounds in his chest becoming agitated at the jostling movement of his chest. Perhaps jokes could be kept to a minimum until he was patched back together.

    Fascinating? Him? The demon almost tilted his head at the word. He had been called many things, but fascinating was certainly not one of them. Perhaps he could stay here for a while, yes, if the natives would treat him more kindly than Portal breach had. While the demon did like his fighting and rivalries, a small vacation from all that could certainly be given. After all, when had he gotten the time to sit back around creatures who had no idea who he was, and so readily ate from his claws? Something within the demon scolded him for accepting this all so readily, when he was supposed to bring fear upon such lesser creatures and burn this primitive race to the ground. Ah, but that was soon hushed, a mere buzz in the back of his mind. He had his own plans from the natives during his stay, and the conduct of his kind could wait until it was fulfilled. Besides, everything he had done so far while following the rules of his kind had only lead him here.

    "I thank you for the compliment, though your race is just as much." The demon did not lie when he said that, though as for the natives, perhaps they should not so readily take it as a compliment themselves. What made the natives so fascinating, in his mind, was just how gullible they allowed themselves to be! Truly they were a young race, but so young that their thumbs were still in their maws despite wielding such elemental power? It was almost funny, seeing mere children of this planet running around with such weaponry like the crystal Flad'Nag wielded. Inwardly he pondered just how long it would take before they began using them to fight each other instead of the wildlife.

    As for Tra'Nosk, he understood her surprise, even if her echoing of what he said was a bit irritating. Did he stutter, Tra'Nosk? or at least, that was what the demon would have said if he had the advantage. Instead, the prince made himself shrug off the small detail, nodding to her as well. "Yes, you heard correctly." Oh how hard it was to bite back the desire to add a bit of venom. "My kind are more hardy than your own, as guardians like myself need to be able to survive any hostile confrontation and return just as strong as they were before. Or at least, that would be the case if they did not decide to remove my stomach. However, I must be thankful they did not remove something more vital." Imagine if he was thrown into space sans heart, or even without his body, just a floating head! The demon pushed the thought to the back of his mind, not wishing to dwell on it further. It was humiliating enough being in this state without thinking about how it could be worse. Either Layla had some mercy within her when she had him banished to this god forsaken rock, or anger had clouded her judgement enough that foolishness had overtaken her planning. Whatever it was, the prince was grateful that he at least could still talk his way out of his circumstance.

    As the guard was sent off to gather the resources needed for the demon's bandages, Prixlezub allowed himself to lay on his side, showing off the hastily filled gash on his belly. Dirt and extinguished blood caked the edges of the wound, looking just as painful to the elders as it felt to the demon prince. though, the demon's mind was not filled with worry about his wounds becoming infected. His body was hot enough that bacteria and disease would burn away on contact no matter how bad his wounds were. Instead the demon focused on more personal matters, colors and shapes dancing in his mind's eye as he started to drift between consciousness and sleep. Perhaps he could allow himself a few more minutes of rest before Tra'Nosk returned with the supplies needed for his wounds.
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    Re: Welcome to the Jungle

    Post by Universal NPC on Thu Apr 05, 2012 1:46 am

    Tra'Yzon spoke again, confirming that Man was an oddly balanced race, but Flad'Nag's eyes afixed themselves to Tra'Yzon's jaw as he attempted to hold it in place. "If you would rather we wait until your wounds are fixed to talk, we will not mind." He felt rather guilty to be talking to Tra'Yzon when he was still wounded like he was.

    His next question made the Elders blink and glance at one another. They did not really have a name for their species, now did they? Clan, yes, but they had never...considered their own race in such a way. "We don't have a name for ourselves like that, we've never...really thought about it, but we do have a name for our tribe. We are the tribe of Noslot." Glin'gim stated proudly, arms crossed over his chest almost smugly.

    "It means 'Resilience'. Nothing can defeat us, we always come back." Flad'Nag explained, a smile beneath his mask. Even as he spoke though, there was a slight edge of sadness to it. The men and women they lost would not come back..Glin'Gim seemed to pick up on the tone, and implication, and there was a brief moment of silence

    Tra'Yzon chuckled at Glin'Gim's pronunciation of the word 'basic', earning him a squinted look but nothing else much more hostile. He hated to admit it, but now that he spoke with the demon, he felt a lot less like...trying to kill him. He was polite, apologetic, remorseful...and yet Glin'Gim still felt a shred of distrust. He was not sure why yet, but he continued to listen anyway. He considered the demon's words and nodded. Oh yes, both Basic and their own languages must have been simple enough to easily translate to each of them.

    Unknowing of how their 'fascinating' aspects were centered around how simple and gullible they were to Tra'Yzon, the natives bowed their head in a sign of thanks at the 'compliment'. "We thank you as well." Flad'Nag's smile underneath the skull didn't falter a bit as he looked over the wounds of Tra'Yzon to be tended. Who knew what would happen once they had healed up their new friend? As he had just told Tra'Nosk, he was made to be hardy, much like they were hardy in their own way. Not having a stomach would definitely pose a problem, but perhaps there was something they could do.

    As they waited for Tra'Nosk to return, Tra'Yzon laid down on his side, obviously very tired. Respectfully, the two Elders left behind said nothing as they stood there. Finally, Tra'Nosk had returned, a metal pail full of water and a rag inside in her hands as well as some large stones and crude metal chunks and pieces she dragged behind her on a crude sled made of sticks and rope. Immediately she made her way towards Tra'Yzon and gently, took the rag and brushed it around the edges of his chest wound, to clear out the debris and strange blood.

    Flad'Nag looked over what she had brought and looked back at Tra'Yzon. "Is this satisfactory, or do we need more?"
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    Re: Welcome to the Jungle

    Post by Prixlezub on Thu Apr 05, 2012 5:12 pm

    The demon prince was pleasantly surprised when the elder asked if perhaps they could keep conversations held until later. For him, at one point wanted to know more about where he was, though another wanted to just rest until his wounds had been mended. His blood would still build up inside of him to the point where he had to vomit the fluids out of him, but at least he would not be so exposed to the elements. Not to mention, it would probably be better for the natives if he kept still while they worked on him. In a way, it reminded him of that time he had to visit the hospital for his wounds. A strange day that was. His regeneration was in effect, but not to the efficiency and ability that it had until after his first fight with Zurg. The demon grinned inwardly at that, in being tossed out into space, he landed on another planet as weak as he had been during his first weeks in Portal Breach. Amazing.

    "I suppose it would be best if we kept our communication to a minimum while my wounds are mended. Still, I would not mind hearing more about your kind in the meantime." Tra'Yzon may not be able to speak much, but he certainly could listen. "How far have your innovations come? The people on my planet have created many interesting things."

    Upon hearing that they had no name for their kind, the demon prince settled for hearing the name of their clan. Noslot was a strange name for a clan, in the demon's mind, but a name it was nonetheless. the pride they had in it, not to mention the meaning, was something to keep in mind. Sources of a people's pride and strength were always great targets, not only for raising morale, but also for destroying it. Though from the looks of things, he may have already done so. Flad'Nag sounded oddly sad for a moment, and then was silent, the demon prince pondering just how badly he had crippled their village. It would certainly make things more challenging for his plans, figuring on how many of those natives he had slammed into their graves. Though, he had an idea to make the village resilient once again. He would speak of it after his jaw was properly realigned and fixed, to make it easier on both him and the elders who would be listening.

    The cave grew silent as Tra'Nosk had left to gather the supplies needed for his bandages, leaving the demon to think while he waited with the elders. Despite his circumstances, his mind kept wandering back to that fight with Layla and Zurg. She had lead him down into that ravine, with Blainstrrghtokk lying in wait to ambush him. And he...He was all too surprised in order to react accordingly. However, Prixlezub was not mad at himself for not being able to fight, but for being unable to handle himself around Layla. His own wife. Prixlezub winced inwardly as he went back over the memories, how he snapped at her in some immature attempt to assert himself as higher ranking demon. Had he really threatened...To hurt her?

    "Do not talk back to me, Layla! Once I am through with him, I will certainly enlighten you to your role in this union as well!"

    The demon prince winced again, this time more visibly at the memory. The elders would probably see it more as a wince of pain from his wounds instead of something mental. He had indeed threatened her, no, berated her. If it would not have disturbed his guests, the demon probably would have cried out in remorse. He had done the very thing he had so tried to prevent when he had met her. Or, had he? His mind conflicted with itself, arrogance quarreling with sense and reason. Rank and power versus what made the demon himself. the demon had been a king, was he not supposed to ensure that others were to abide by his ruling, and to stay by his side no matter the cost? but, at the same time, Layla was no servant of his, now was she. His mind flickered back to a few brief memories. His days with the demon huntress, and evenings as well. Their talks, experiences. Even the time when the huntress had taught him how to use a sword rolled up in his mind, another jab at his very fatal mistake. But...What was his mistake in the first place?

    The answered seemed so close, but at the same time shrouded, like as if it were lost to him in a deep fog.

    He was so caught up in the inner turmoil within his mind, he hardly noticed Tra'Nosk returning, and even Flad'Nag's voice was but a whisper to his distracted ears. He turned his blind eyes in the direction of the sound, a small, tired hum rumbling from his throat. While Prixlezub could not see the supplies, he could smell them. Both stone and ore was plentiful from what he could tell, though the scent of water certainly was not a welcome one. Nonetheless, he allowed Tra'Nosk near his wounds, the cloth clearing away the dirt and blood. The demon almost let himself become lost to the buzzing thoughts in his mind, but alas, he would not be left alone just yet. The demon prince turned his head to Flad'Nag, giving him but a nod to affirm that there were enough materials for mending the holes in his hide.

    After that, the demon's face turned to look straight ahead, seeming to look at something only the blind could see, and none of the others.
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    Re: Welcome to the Jungle

    Post by Universal NPC on Thu Apr 12, 2012 11:44 pm

    Flad'Nag nodded back as Tra'Yzon agreed that he should keep talking down to a minimum. They could speak and ask him questions once his jaw was fixed up and working again. Instead, he was actually quite interested in their creations and inventions, which surprised the two Elders a bit. Undeterred though, Glin'Gim took the lead in bragging of the things they had come up with.

    "The most effective weapon we've made, you've no doubt seen, is our spears! We created them by tying these crystals we have gathered to the tips of sturdy sticks. Not very...advanced, but effective! We have a smaller version that fits in the palm of the hand, which we call a 'Mini spear'. We've also used metals to create containers to carry things, and as a substitute for the crystal in some spears!" Glin'Gim's descriptions were proud, despite the 'innovations' being relatively simple. The species was young though, or at least young when compared to the demon.

    The cave fell into silence when Tra'Nosk had left though, and the Elders elected to keep the silence. Their friend was still healing after all, and quiet sometimes helped. They noticed that Tra'Yzon seemed rather distracted though, and when he winced, in what was surely pain, they noticed it, although they did not say anything or ask him about it. To do so would be rude.

    Tra'Nosk had returned, and using her rag, cleared away dirt and blood that caked on and in the wounds. Glin'Gim grabbed the stone and metal and dragged it closer to the demon and began to stick the stone piece and metal pieces inside the cleaned wounds, the only thing he could think of that Tra'Yzon would want them to do with such things. Flad'Nag however, remained watching their comrade. Tra'Yzon had been so distracted, that the only answer he had given was a nod, although that could be due in part to his injuries. Flad'Nag was curious, and concerned. Perhaps the demon was thinking back to the battle that had ended with him cursed and sent to their planet? Either way, there was but silence as Glin'Gim and Tra'Nosk worked on the demon.
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    Re: Welcome to the Jungle

    Post by Prixlezub on Fri Apr 13, 2012 12:29 am

    The demon prince listened to Glin'Glim's description of their accomplishments, inwardly frowning slightly out of dissapointment. While their innovations were a start, they still had quite a ways to go before they were anywhere near useful to him. Spears and crystals were all and good, but they would hardly get him back home. What the prince needed was a power source, a ways of efficient manufacturing of parts, he needed... An industrial revolution. Luckily for them, the demon was certainly willing to give them that little push forwards, even if it had to be a shove. The demon turned his head to the elder, nodding in thanks for the information that was given, however minuscule it was. Within his mind, wheels already had began to turn on how he was going to mold these creatures to his whim, his plan building in depth while he awaited Tra'Nosk to apply the bandages.

    It was not long before the female returned, cleaning out more of the blood and dirt from his wounds, while Glin'Glim decided to pitch in and help as well. Their way of patching his wounds was a bit rudimentary at best, but what could the demon expect with what he had told the natives? They were a far cry from Doctor Salli and her prowess with both sutures and nanobots. Either way, the demon felt hardly any discomfort from the metals and stone that were hammered into the wounds, stone and metal melding together in order to repair the broken hide. Though, Prixlezub had some ideas of his own in order to speed up the process. Leaning his head down to the two members of the Noslot clan, he uttered but a small warning to the busy tribal people. "Stay your hands from my wounds for a moment, I'm going to try something to help you along."

    With that statement, the demon focused and flared his bodily temperature to a staggering degree, the ores turning white hot upon his hide and softening until they conformed to his form. He kept his temperature flared for a few minutes, allowing the metal to expand out and along the edges of the wounds like molasses. Once he figured that the metal was soft enough based on timing, he let his hide cool back down to its current, below-fiery temperature. Then, reaching a claw back into his broken maw, he felt around until he found a few rather loose fangs. Compared to the pain of his current wounds, pulling the broken teeth from his jaw was but a small pinch, three sharp teeth now held within his claw-less hands. He lowered his hand to where he thought Tra'Nosk and Glin'Glim to be, opening it to reveal his small gift to the natives. The fangs in his hand glistened like sliver in the low light, jagged along the sides from their natural serration and curved like a predatory animal. Though, the most notable detail about them was the fact they were diamond hard, suited to breaking apart hard ores that the demon ate, as well as for ripping into other demons.

    "Use these to punch holes in the ore and my hide, it will make it easier for you to secure the bandages to me." He advised, "The stones you have will make for adequate hammers, as well as spikes to keep the metal in place."

    Once the natives took the teeth from his hand, he withdrew it, and once again became silent save for his smokey breaths. He gave them what they would need in order to properly tend to his wounds, now it was up to them to do the rest. In the mean time, the prince delved into a semi-detached state, rolling through the thoughts in his mind, while keeping his ears on the elder and the guard as they worked.
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    Re: Welcome to the Jungle

    Post by Universal NPC on Tue Apr 17, 2012 12:12 am

    Tra'Yzon nodded to Glin'Gim after he had explained their technological achievements to the demon. The Natives were naturally unknowing of how pitiful the demon thought their 'advances' to be. When compared to how they once were, such things were amazing to the Natives themselves. But Prix's own species were much more innovative and knowing, and the world of Portal Breach was definitely a world of technology. The city practically burst with it. At a slower pace, the Natives would probably one day reach the industrial part of evolution, but with a push from "Tra'Yzon"...lets just say the results will be something worth watching.

    Glin'Gim and Tra'Nosk were very intrigued to notice that the stones and metal they put into place melded with the hide not long after they placed them there. Taking this to mean they were doing something right, they continued. They were so engrossed in their duties that it was only when they heard Tra'Yzon's voice that they noticed he leaned down closer to them. A warning, to remove their hands from his hide. Curious, both of them pulled their hands back and gracefully took a few steps back, three sets of eyes watching to see what would happen.

    Even from where they had stepped back, Tra'Nosk and Glin'Gim could feel the heat emanate from Tra'Yzon's body. They glanced at one another cautiously. Was he getting ready for an attack? Both had assumed the worst of their 'friend' immediately, because they saw how so many of the dead bodies they found were charred and burnt. Anytime his flames would flicker brighter or get warmer, he would probably get this distrusting reaction. But as they watched the metals melt, they understood he was doing something that had to do with his odd healing. The heat died down and the metal began to cool, meanwhile, Tra'Yzon begun to do the oddest thing...

    He put his hand inside his mouth. He seemed to be searching around for something, and when he grabbed out silvery fangs, Tra'Nosk and Glin'Gim shared another glance, confused. Flad'Nag merely watched patiently. He offered them to Tra'Nosk and Glin'Gim and they both reached out, Tra'Nosk grabbing one and Glin'Gim two. Being users of such teeth like this in decoration or tools, they had to admire the features of these teeth. The teeth were jagged on the sides and curved, and most importantly, as hard as the crystals they were so fond of using.

    Momentarily distracted by the alluring design of his teeth, the two set to work as he instructed, Glin'Gim waving Flad'Nag over to help and handing him a tooth. Altogether, the three did as told, grabbing a stone and using it to hammer into Tra'Yzon's hide and the ore to create holes in them. They kept this up for a nice long while, a little over a half an hour, before they did the second part of Tra'Yzon's commands. Using the stones as spikes, they hammered into the metal, to try and keep it in place. When they were almost done with this, Flad'Nag gestured at Tra'Nosk and waved her over, which she did.

    "Grab more bandages. Long, large ones." With a nod, the female of a lower class did as commanded by her Elder and left to grab the bandages, leaving the two males to finish up the keeping of the metal in place.
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    Re: Welcome to the Jungle

    Post by Prixlezub on Tue Apr 17, 2012 1:08 am

    Oh yes, the demon had quite the plans for his new friends, many ideas starting to take hold in his mind. Prixlezub began pondering over a few choice innovations that he had witnessed back on Portal Breach, mainly some of the more industrial ones. He had figured over nudging the natives into building a factory, or some kind of manufacturing facility, but then brushed the idea from his mind. A factory would be useful at some points, yes, but there were other things that were needed first. He needed something to put a little 'kick' in what the Noslot clan had to offer. And what did that mean? A power boost. A big one. Mainly, a generator came to mind, something like what his construct had attacked during the rather short reign of Mr.Dark. Though, during that failed attack on Factory Zeta, he had not seen the crystallic fusion generator, save for when they had exploded. So how could he possibly know how to build, or even engineer for that matter, a generator? But, what he lacked in experience in the subject, he made up for in ingenuity.

    The crystals here were powerful enough to blast a hole in his chest, and only from a single one! His mind began to plot and ponder...Just how powerful could the natives be if they managed to stockpile the crystals and use them for something more than just weaponry? It did not take long for Prixlezub to start liking the idea, grinning from horn to horn within his mind. Yes, if he could convince the elders to go with him in this idea, everything else would just fall into place. Or at least, in his mind it would. The natives still had a long ways to go in terms of education from what he 'saw' so far, and even longer when it came to engineering something as intricate and touchy as a generator.

    Ah, but the best things in life often came with a challenge, right? Right.

    The demon hardly noticed when the natives backed away from him, their glances unseen by his blind eyes. Not that he cared at the moment, he had no inclination to harm them, not when they proved so useful. Prixlezub shifted himself to allow the natives a better access to his wounds, not even flinching when the teeth were hammered through his thick hide like needles through leather. He had suffered much worse than this before, and he was not about to distract the natives with any unneeded noise. Oh, you don't know what could possibly be much worse than this? Try getting blasted by a orbital cannon that was fired at 99-percent charge. The demon prince still remembered that fight with Zurg quite well, along with the radiation that had so effortlessly peeled his hide. As much as that fight was a losing one, it was still a glorious match of power. However, as he reminsed back on that fight, it surely swung him back around to her.

    Layla.

    Prixlezub had to find it strange that Zurg would be helping his wife, given that she was associated with him. Though, everything about that fight seemed a little off. A once-dead train demon had arisen to fight by her side, along with his own rival. Despite the fact he knew she must have made some sort of deal with the evil emperor in order to gain his aid, the demon prince could not help but think that the power was misplaced. not in the way that it was lost, but more it was something that the alien should not have been involved in. And the more he thought about it, the more his mind began to burn, flaring with outrage. Since when was he ever so involved with the two demons that he cared about their squabbles? He never got involved when Layla had been banished, in fact he dropped her off at the front door of his fortress! Yes, the alien probably wanted to get in his own pot-shots for misdeeds past, especially with how he acted as a king, but the prince just could not understand why the purple alien needed to get involved in their fight. It was as confusing as it was angering. Blainstrrghtokk as well, he should not have been involved. The train demon should have kept to his own business, and left the both of them alone after he had left the Pool of Souls. As he pondered the two extra influences in this fight, he could not help but wonder... Had Layla been talked into this? He considered that possibility for but a moment before clearing his mind of it. No, not if she was as loyal as he thought her to be. Her mind was quite strong, she would not have been so easily swayed.

    but, despite that fact, he could not help but feel a pain. Deep in his chest, deeper than the beam of energy had penetrated. He knew that she was mad at him, and he knew that in the end it was he who had gotten himself into this. But at the same time, why did she feel that she needed to gain the aid of others and send him here? Had he really been that...Monstrous? The demon let forth a small sigh, smoke rolling from his maw as the memories played back over in his mind. After a few minutes of going over the short time he had been married to the demoness, he started to see that he did make a few mistakes. Big mistakes. He did not care about her in the same way that he did when he was in this weaker form, he seemed to be more angry. Even towards Layla.

    His thoughts were broken when he heard the familiar voice of Flad'Nag, tilting his head towards him briefly. Something about bandages, from what he could tell, though his mind was still clouded with his thoughts. Too much to really care about what the Noslot elder was saying.

    The demon's plans and ambitions were put to the side once again, much too plagued by the actions of his wife at the moment to really think any further on how to get back home.
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    Re: Welcome to the Jungle

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    The awkward silence in the room was increasingly awkward. It was apparent that their friend had a lot to think about, and Flad'Nag pondered the possibility of goading him to open up. After all, Tra'Yzon WAS their friend now. And if their friend was in distress, they should assist him in some way. Although perhaps his silence was due to his still injured jaw...

    Glin'Gim didn't seem too perturbed by Tra'Yzon's silence, working in silence to keep the spikes in place. He pondered his own thoughts, mainly those of that voice that tried to make him kill Flad'Nag, and of the old memories of being given Tra'Nosk's egg to hatch and care for. He never had found a mate. Never had to. He considered Tra'Nosk his kin. He wasn't even sure who her real father had been, no one had asked her mother, and she had never told anyone before dying. He didn't care to know anyway. Where had he been all this time? That male was best left in the past.

    Tra'Nosk had returned, gigantic bandages gathered in her arms and trailing behind her as she came back into the cave. Glin'Gim came and helped her carry them in. Together, they began to wrap the bandages and secure them to Tra'Yzon. Meanwhile, Flad'Nag walked over beside Tra'Yzon's head, so as to be more 'eye to eye' with him, despite him being blind. Another problem they would have to fix somehow.

    "You seem troubled, my friend. I have been told in the past that I'm an excellent listener, if you'd like to speak about it."
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    Re: Welcome to the Jungle

    Post by Prixlezub on Thu Apr 26, 2012 2:18 am

    Prixlezub, or more, Tra'Yzon, kept still as the spikes and bandages were applied to his wounds. His mind was in much too deep of thought to care about such trifles as pain and discomfort. Visions of the fight and his last few moments before being ripped of his rank and jettisoned here rolled about in his mind, they had not changed from their rather solidly placed roles in it, their eyes glaring and burning at him within his thoughts. He could hear the demoness as she so angrily spat her infuriated speech at the prince inside of his mind, the demon doing nothing but taking it all in, memories and sensations crashing and rolling over his conscious like a burning tide. Each rush, each breaking of the waves upon waves of evidence piling up against him whittled ever so slightly his own will. Mainly the will to believe that he was in the right, what little of that was left. Ah, but there were drops of those searing, acidic remnants that landed elsewhere in his mind as well.

    With how fast his mind worked, it was not long before the demon was going through stages of... Something, within the dark confines of his mind.

    At first of course, was denial. The ever so persistent little bird that it was, fluttering about his mind. Constantly singing its familiar song so gaily: "It's not your fault! She does not hate you, she would never hate you! It was the Emperor's fault! The Locomotogehpor's fault! Blain and Zurg, they are the ones to blame for all of this, never you." The cheerful little liar tweeted and flicked about within his mind, before seeming to perch upon his troubled mind, beaming so brightly with its chest all fluffed out. "After all, it is your nature to take what you want, to get what you deserve! To question you is outright foolish!" Denial hopped about and fluttered around some more, singing the same old song like a broken record, completely unaware of how stupid and moronic it sounded. How it's own song was off key, and completely lacking in anything that could make it seem lyrical.

    Oh, but what was that?

    Little bird Denial was being tracked, stalked even. But by who? Of course, the demon's own comforting canary, singing its lies and limericks of idiocy, was hardly aware of what was prowling about behind it. Ah, but any who had been in this situation before would certainly know who this was! As the demon's mind soon began to cloud with denial, repeating phrases that certainly removed the responsibility from his shoulders, a lithe being stepped forth within the prince's mind. Or more, something like that. The thought slinked and crawled about the demon's fogged mind, poised like a hunter in prime as it stalked its target.

    The little bird.

    But, just as Anger was about to pounce, claws kneading the ground in anticipation, a certain sound piped up in the demon's mind. And who had been no better to dislodge the prince from his thoughts than Flad'Nag. The demon stirred some, a puff of smoke trailing from his bloodied grill as he 'looked' at the native before him. It seemed that the feathered elder was worried about him, caring even. Though there was an instance in the past where Zurg had listened to the demon in a similar fashion, this entire fiasco had certainly ensured that Prixlezub never had been given that. He was still floating about in space when Mr. Serviceman came knocking at his door! Despite the demon's rather troubled mind though, he would not share this burden with the village elder. This was a matter he needed to sort out himself, he felt. Even though the native was quite old and wizened with his ages of being a leader, Prixlezub's hubris certainly did not back down from saying that the prince was better off with his own judgement.

    Shaking his head gently from side to side, the prince opened his maw, the translated lie still ringing as a familiar tongue to the babblefish. "Troubled? Perhaps." Prixlezub sighed in a rather depressed manner, leaning his head down a little more so that the two others in the cave could get at the broken bones, once they were done with the wounds they were currently focused on. "I have been thinking about your village, Flad'Nag. I worry for it."

    The prince spoke something of a half truth there, admitting he was indeed troubled, but replacing his memories and thoughts with the native's village. The demon was quite adamant about keeping his own troubles down until he learned more about the natives, the three he was currently with were no more than mere acquaintances. Hardly anyone that the prince would want to spill his guts out to anytime soon. Though, as long as the demon wanted to know more about the natives while he was here, the demon decided he might as well take a head-count of those that remained. You see, he would do it himself, but he lacked the vision.

    "I have been wondering, how much of you are left here? With what happened earlier, I hope that you three are not the only ones left alive." Dear lord, if he had managed to basically exterminate an entire civilization in a single day...
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    Re: Welcome to the Jungle

    Post by Universal NPC on Thu May 03, 2012 3:27 am

    Flad'Nag's words stirred Tra'Yzon, who then turned his head to face him best he could. Flad'Nag's eyes trailed on the puff of smoke as it drifted through the air. With a sigh, Tra'Yzon admitted to being troubled indeed, moving his head a bit. Glin'Gim and Tra'Nosk took the hint and started to treat more of the broken bones the demon possessed.

    Flad'Nag was surprised to hear that the very thing Tra'Yzon was worried about was their little village. He clasped his hands together behind his back and nodded faintly. "I worry for it too...." So many had been slaughtered, yesterday...so many that would not return. So many young ones that would have to mature faster than previously thought. So many were now parentless, or lacking one...

    He shook his head a bit as he heard Tra'Yzon's question and tilted his head. "Oh Gods no, there are more. But we have lost just about every young adult male we had. An Elder or two as well, and a handful of females. We have..." How many bodies had they gathered up to be buried again..? "66 of us left, excluding the other three Chiefs and myself, and including Tra'Nosk. Worry not, my friend. We've faced the possibility of dying many times in our past. We always persevere!" But than again, the other times had been a species they simply eradicated. This time had been a large demon...but at least now, with the cursed metal far away from him, they had gained an ally after all!

    He turned to his companions as they worked on Tra'Yzon. "How is your work going?"

    "It goes well, Flad'Nag!"

    Flad'Nag nodded, pleased at the answer, before addressing Tra'Yzon again. "I'm unsure of how we shall treat your eyes, and your jaw. Do you have any ideas you can share?" Such an innovative creature, this Tra'Yzon.
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    Re: Welcome to the Jungle

    Post by Prixlezub on Thu May 03, 2012 4:29 am

    It irked the demon how he was so vulnerable here, requiring the assistance of he natives to treat his wounds. If only he had his stomach back, the demon would be able to heal everything with but a meal, not a single sign of the battles previously ever showing upon his hide. However, as long as he was lacking that organ, he had to just bear with being tended to like a mortal creature. He patiently waited as they tended to the rest of his wounds, grateful at least that his story was working well so far. Not to mention, it allowed him some time to further push his story into the Elder's heads, making his ruse seem more concrete. All the better for what he would need to use the natives for while he was stranded on this moss-covered rock.

    That is, until he heard the news about their numbers. Only 66 of them remained on the planet, hardly enough to make a building crew, and he doubted that the numbers were large enough to find someone with enough ingenuity and intelligence for his plans. However, it was enough to get something done, however small. The demon was already pondering on how to go about getting more numbers, those infernal gears turning in his mind as he listened to Flad'Nag. The prince had to admire the Noslot's perseverance, their will to overcome such daunting odds. It as almost as if they were too young of a nation to realize that such small numbers would mean their inherited traits... Would inevitably become inbred after a few generations. Yes, the demon had been around long enough to witness this back where he had came from, watching various animals and even a few villages die out or become too mutated to survive. He would have to give the man a few ideas in order to ensure that their people not only stay alive, but also give him more adequate numbers.

    "Hmm, you are very confident about your survival here, perhaps even proud of it, Flad'Nag." The demon rumbled, his words slurring as he tried to talk through his teeth. He had to keep his jaw still in order to allow the others to repair it after all! "However, if I may give some advice. A mere sixty-six of your kind is but a handful. As resilient as your village is, you may need to find another village in order to ensure that your future generations are... Healthy." 'Tra'Yzon' explained, before taking a brief pause. He suddenly realized something about this young nation; "...Are there other villages around this jungle? This planet?"

    If the villagers here were the only ones of their kind, the demon prince would have quite the challenge upon his claws concerning his return. Between having inbred natives upon the planet, and trying to get a shuttle of some sort to get back home, it would be quite the puzzle.

    As for the prince's jaw and eyes, he had hardly pondered over them, his mind more focused on getting back home than on regaining his sight and ability to move his jaw around freely. However, if the natives were willing to help, he could certainly put in his two cents while his welcome was still warm. Fixing his jaw would be simple enough, as all he would really need for it would be a joint of some sort and a brace for what little muscle was left un-shredded by that damn train demon. Prixlezub would have to be sure to kill off the old Silver Tongue when he returned. Ah, but for now, he needed to think on how to get the rest of himself back together. Hmm...

    Bringing a claw up to tap his temples, the prince pondered and thought, trying to think of what a good replacement for his eyes could be. The demon was nothing like a machine where he could just manufacture new eyes, and as for his magic? Prixlezub was hardly a miracle worker in that sense! His magic worked for things other than medical, since his kind never really needed to develop medical skills thanks to their biology. Diseases boiled and burned up in their blood, and even the most nasty of wounds could be healed with but a hearty dosage of fresh meat. In fact, they thought the idea of medical treatment to be laughable. Why would you need a doctor when your own body was so well suited for survival in the first place?

    Oh how that irony was hitting the demon so hard right now.

    Mentally, he shoved that fact aside, trying to stay focused on what needed to be done instead of mulling over what he did not have and what could not be accomplished. While the demon could go around blind, simply 'seeing' the world through his nose, it lacked a certain... stability. As much as he hated to admit it finally, he needed his eyes on this planet. Scent alone could not tell him what the terrain looked like, and his hearing worked nothing like the kind a bat possessed. The only other option he had if he was to be blind, would be to employ a native to act as his eyes. As much as he felt the natives were beginning to trust him, he still had his doubts over trusting one to lead him around. He never really was much of a follower.

    Perhaps if he had something to put over the sockets, to keep the blood from draining out. Prixlezub was well aware of his own biology, how his body had the ability to work with certain things. Figuring a small plan, the demon prince addressed Flad'Nag again, confident with his idea. "For my jaw, all you would need to do is brace the bones and put in a joint to allow my jaw some movement. This could be done easily with metal, custom shaped for the purpose. As for my eyes though..." The demon trailed off, recalling his plan to heal his broken eyes. "My eyes would require something more delicate. I will require crystal to be shaped and fitted to my eye sockets. The measurements must be exact in order to ensure a flush, clean fit. If not, I will not be able to see. Before that, I will need the blood scraped from the insides of the sockets, to allow fresh fluids to flow within my eyes when the crystals are placed. My body should be able to deal with the rest, if my thoughts are correct."

    Advice for village building, and a plan for surgery. What do you make of this, Flad'Nag?
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    Re: Welcome to the Jungle

    Post by Universal NPC on Thu May 10, 2012 11:21 pm

    Glin'Glim and Tra'Nosk continued to men the broken bones and torn hide, their patchwork filling in the holes in the demon's natural armor bit by bit. With both strength and precision, they had finally sealed up the gaping wounds and began tending to some of the smaller rips and tears from their kin's own spears. The female guard carefully removed remnants of the crystal spears that still held fast in the thick hide, observant of any small pieces that may have shattered and slivered into the demon prince. While Tran'Nosk and Glin'Glim were busied with some of the smaller wounds, Flad'Nag kept his withered gaze upon the blind demon, his keen ears knowing just what the demon was talking about when he heard it.

    Not having enough villagers? While the elder could indeed see what the demon meant, he had trouble figuring how to exactly... Fix it. Their kind had not known much of other villages besides their own, having kept close to their own as a means of survival. The jungle was much too treacherous to go looking for other tribes besides their own. At the same time, there were no males left besides the Elders, a perplexing puzzle if Flad'Nag had ever heard one. Glin'Glim and Tra'Nosk as well seemed to catch wind of this troubling fact, as they slowed in their work. A wise leader saw the truth in the demons words, though at the same time, the Noslot tribe was a strong one, unsullied by weaker tribes. That was how they stayed alive for so long, how they had survived!

    Flad'Nag rubbed a taloned finger over his chin in thought, well aware that in this decision, he could end up breaking the traditions of his people, but at the same time allowing them all to survive a great while longer. But, even then, keeping to their tradition would break a great taboo in the process! Oh, decisions, decisions... After a few moments of thought, the alien turned his gaze back up to their interstellar ally, a thoughtful expression in his eyes. "We are aware of the complications that this gives us, both morally and ethically. However, we have not thought of looking for another village, or even more of our own kind. Our priorities had lie with getting food and supplies for our village, before our numbers depleted." The Elder seemed to ponder something else as he trailed off, his thumb running over the smooth part of his mask for a second before addressing the demon again. "We will need to have a meeting to discuss this with the rest of the Elders."

    "Discuss? We may not need to discuss anything! What Elder would disagree with ensuring that we all live?" Glin'Glim pipped up over his work, hammering in a few more spikes to keep the plating in place on the crimson hide.

    "It would be foolish, yes, even with our laws to not venture out to find others to help us. But I don't think it will be the idea itself to discuss, but more how to accomplish it. Our numbers are few enough as it is, we do not need to lose more to the beasts that hunt in the jungle." The Elder replied, still seeming deep in thought over the matter. However, he had to pull himself back from delving too far into his thoughts. Even though he would have his own ideas for going about finding another village, the others would have input as well.

    Oh, the demon had an idea for mending his jaws and eyes as well? The grayed Elder turned his attention back to the demon, listening as he explained what needed to be done for both his jaw and eyes. Rigging a hinge seemed like a good idea, allowing Tra'Yzon to move his mouth while keeping everything in place. However, the crystals for the demon's eyes seemed a bit strange. The precious gems were not only quite powerful, but also rare in their world. However, the demon probably was going somewhere with this idea of his, and the aged Elder simply nodded. "Hmm, so be it. We shall ensure that your jaw be hinged, and crystals be cut to mend your eyes." He turned to Tra'Nosk, who was busing herself with placing a patch within a wound, just nearing completion of tending to the prince's impaled spears upon the side of his wrecked hide.

    "Go and fetch us some crystals for Tra'Yzon's eyes, along with a bucket of sap." He commanded. "I will tend to the wounds in your stead."

    The female gave him but a nod, pulling out one last spear tip before running off to find the supplies that were needed.
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    Re: Welcome to the Jungle

    Post by Prixlezub on Fri May 11, 2012 1:52 am

    A few more spikes drilled into him, sealing up what remained of the larger wounds upon his side. While his skin was quite thick and numb to most things, the longer ones made the deeper portions of his hide throb. Not in a painful way, but more in that irritating fashion that suggested there was something there that should not be. Like having an IV hooked up to your arm for a few minutes, not really painful, but irritating. As the demon allowed his new 'friends' to patch up his tattered hide, he listened to the Elder explain his thoughts on the idea. So, it seemed that he did acknowledge it, perhaps even agree with it. But they still needed to talk it over. These people were strange. Even the most useful of ideas, needing counsel before any actual work was done. While the prince had indeed attended his own share of strategical meetings, he only did it when something seemed especially unsure, or if he needed the extra guidance of a general who had seen as much as he had, but with just a pinch more salt.

    "Interesting. Do you need to seek counsel for all of your activities?" The demon rumbled. His tone was more curious than anything really sarcastic or snarky. Though, before he could add anything more to it, the demon prince paused to hear the short banter between Flad'Nag and Glin'Glim.

    While before the demon had thought that perhaps hey would actually get some opposition from the other leaders for the idea, he soon learned that it may actually be the execution of it that may need discussion. Another question popped into the demon's head at that realization. Just how many of these Elders were there? Surely Glin'Glim and Flad'Nag were not the only ones they meant when they talked about a discussion. Counsels were never made up of simply two people!

    "It seems like a lot of work, taking care of a village such as this, and placing that burden upon the shoulders of the both of you. You must not get much rest." Prixlezub sighed, his tail dragging across the stone floor of the cave as he curled it around himself a little more. "Unless of course, Tra'Nosk is secretly of your rank." he joked, trying to lighten the mood and draw the Elders away from the rather mounting numbers of questions that he was asking. Though from what he was seeing, they had seen his inquiries as rather harmless. It never hurt to try and brush up on his skills of interrogation, nonetheless.

    As he felt the two natives clambering up to get at his jaw, the demon decided it best to remain silent. The two of them needed to get everything precise when realigning his jaw, he did not need to sully up their work with his constant talking. Besides, he probably would get enough of a talk to last the procedure if he had been savvy enough with his methods.

    ....Wait, what was that about sap?

    CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

    Oops, too late to ask about that now.
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    Re: Welcome to the Jungle

    Post by Universal NPC on Fri May 11, 2012 3:14 am

    Flad'Nag thought over Tra'Yzon's question. "Not all activities, but the ones that may affect the Tribe and our people, we definitely meet to talk it over. At the very least, it is a way to let the other Elders know what is going on." When half of a tribe's leaders are out of the loop, you can certainly expect some Mukrash excrement to hit the walls.

    Tra'Yzon's empathetic question got the attentions of both Elders. Flad'Nag spoke with a polite air. "If it were indeed just the two of us, I imagine the burden would be so extreme. But thankfully, there are two others that make up our numbers."

    Glin'Gim snorted loudly. "Might as well just be the three of us. Laso'Gel is a useless Elder! He points out the obvious and offers no alternatives."

    "I wouldn't say he's useless. You two just argue too much to see any other solutions. You two argue too much in general. I believe earlier today was the first time I've seen you two agree on something." Flad'Nag countered, amused. After a quick eyeroll from Glin'Gim, the two Elders heard Tra'Yzon's joking remark. "No, she is not of our rank. A shame, really. Her mother was a vital part of our history, a gleaming light to show that females weren't useless, and Tra'Nosk herself is very useful, but..." He trailed off, but Glin'Gim finished for him.

    "But one strong female will not change the ways we've had for so long." Glin'Gim's tone was bitter. Having fought alongside Tra'Nosk's mother and raising Tra'Nosk himself, he knew and understood that females had more to offer than their ability to create eggs. "Hmm...perhaps with our rebuilding of our tribe, we can plant the seeds...ideas...that females deserve a role in our tribe."

    Flad'Nag considered his words and nodded. "Perhaps we can." That was a big perhaps, however. But that could wait for later, they had a job to do. The two Elders worked on the massive jaw of Tra'Yzon, and soon enough Tra'Nosk returned, two sizable crystals in one arm, a metal bucket with brown sap inside in the other. Flad'Nag nodded towards her, gesturing that she join them on Tra'Yzon's head. She nodded back and grabbed up the rag from earlier, climbing up to Tra'Yzon's empty eye sockets and cleaning them out, as instructed. With her nimble fingers, she plucked out the shards that were left of Tra'Yzon's eyes, quickly snatching them between her fingers and tossing them aside just as quickly. Once cleared, she used the rag to wipe away the dirty, dried blood.
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    Re: Welcome to the Jungle

    Post by Prixlezub on Fri May 11, 2012 3:43 am

    Prixlezub listened attentively to the two leaders, the babblefish burning in his ear as it translated everything for him. Inwardly, he wondered what may have happened if he were a bit different, perhaps lacking internal ears like that purple emperor. Would they still have found a way to have this conversation with him? The demon shoved the thought to the back of his mind, finding it much too petty to ponder over, especially when the basic foundations of their government were being laid out so willingly before him. Though he would have liked to hear that there were only two leaders, it seemed that there were two more that he would have to win over. After all, if only half of the tribal leaders trusted him, it only allowed him half of the freedoms in his current home, according to his logic.

    Listening to the two Elders go back and forth over one leader, Laso'Gel from what he had heard, made him ponder a little something. Perhaps he could do more than just get the tribe back on their feet enough to get him back home. If Glin'Glim and Laso'Gel were as set apart as described, perhaps he could manipulate a little bit of both sides, maybe even make them fight. As entertaining the idea was though, the demon had to put it aside. Starting a quarrel may be all and well as entertainment, but disruptions within this tribe were not exactly something he wanted while trying to move them along. The last thing the demon needed was the risk of a possible internal war. And he knew just how those mucked up plans, he knew very well. As the prince listened, he decided it would be best to leave their internal affairs be. Later on he could always return and stir up a few things.

    Prixlezub kept himself still as the plates were pounded into his jaw, some warped and bent to create the hinge he wanted. Every now and again, a puff of smoke would roll from his grill as a bone was set back in place, rattling a few nerves. Despite the rather crude procedure, the demon remained silent, keeping his air of strength about himself as the others worked to repair the damage. He had to admit though, Glin'Glim had some interesting ideas for someone so primitive. Even at this stage of development during his observance of the mortal world, even beneath the weight of the planet that encompassed him, hardly any sapient beings had his outlook regarding gender just yet. Perhaps teaching them a few things would be easier than he thought, if some of them were already smart enough to recognize equality.

    The demons' ears pricked at the sound of Tra'Nosk returning, keeping his head stable as she climbed up onto his face. His chin, being so sensitive as it was, tingled from the bird-like feet digging into the hide as she scaled his features. Prixlezub had to repress his reflex to bite at the foreign thing, keeping his maw clammed shut as she started picking out bits of broken 'glass' and other bits of debris. A few, short plumes of smoke puffed from his grill as she wiped the blood away with a rag, the sockets still tender from the earlier skirmish. However, this was hardly anything that was new to him. A bit primitive, yes, but nothing he did not come to expect.

    He sat as still as he could, waiting out the natives as they serviced his wounds.

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