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    This Thoom-Thoom has been Passed Down for Generations

    Post by Prixlezub on Fri Aug 01, 2014 5:26 am

    Time: Early Afternoon
    Date: February 8th, 0004

    For what seemed like hours they ran, hooves and claws clattering over solid volcanic rock, through layers of settled ashes. Above both prince and monarch the skies had remained darkened even when the bubbling magma and rolling fields of cool, black stone had gave way to thawed rock and dirt. Thunder boomed its farewell to the wayward demons, slowly growing more distant as they roamed past the shade of the tumultuous storms of fire and soot... Only to head face-first into another. Cold, blistering winds buffeted against the prince's hide, any snow that came within his immediate vicinity vaporized into steam. His aura far too hot to allow accumulation of snow or water, both demons would find themselves enveloped in a white cloud that was whipped aside by the blizzard winds as quickly as it curled forth. Beneath their feet the stone had given way to snow, fluffy and deep, at least for human standards. Snowdrifts as deep as five feet were batted aside in an angry hiss of steam, the clouds thick enough to hide the massive prince's crimson hide before blowing away.

    Even as the snow grew thicker, blotting out the sun and horizon, the prince continued onward. The only splotch of color for miles around alongside the smaller demon who kept pace. As a resident of this unforgiving terrain, it was only proper that the massive demon held memory of the ground that passed beneath his feet, where icy fissures lurked beneath the snow. Treacherous pitfalls that would easily give way to both the demon's heat and weight, if not for the warning odor of death that steeped from their past victims and lured many an opportunistic, but unwary predator to join them.

    It was only when a briny odor reached his nostrils that he began to slow, Prixlezub's nose to the wind as he took in what the gale sent. Seal, walrus, blood freshly spilt and a strong tinge of fear. They were not the only ones who had the idea to hunt on this stormy day. Listen, and hear the faint, bellowing cries of prey in the distance, fat and ripe for picking. "We are getting close, the coast is only a short run further." He announced over the wind. Turning his head back towards the smaller demon, Prixlezub's mane crackled and snapped wildly as he regarded him. "How are you holding so far?" He asked, thick smoke rolling from his maw with every word. Where they stood alone was hundreds of miles away from the prince's territory, days upon days worth of travel on human and beastly feet carried out in merely a couple of hours. To travel such distance in a storm was commonplace, a blizzard being mere child's play in comparison to the hurricane-like sandstorms of his home plane. Although for Zurg... He was unsure if the newer demon could say the same.

    Having slowed to a brisk trot, the massive blade upon the end of his thick tail bobbed from side to side, only the very tip of it seeming to accumulate anything to suggest they were in an arctic environment. A thin layer of ice managed to form at the end, far enough away from the demon's billowing mane to begin freezing. However, it was trivial enough to let be. Either it would melt or shatter in time. The packs upon the prince's back remained free of snow and ice, kept warm by his infernal temperature.


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    Re: This Thoom-Thoom has been Passed Down for Generations

    Post by Zurg on Mon Aug 04, 2014 4:42 am

    Sweet lord, that thread title.

    On a more serious note (and one that didn't break the weeping fourth wall), Zurg had a grand ol' time keeping pace with the demon prince. Hours? Pffft, a trivial quantity of irrelevant count! His body had never felt more alive, the very world around him hardly of any consequence! Well, aside from the buried crevasses beneath the snow that were filled with other arrogant, like-minded fools... The monarch took command of his youthful zest and was mindful of where his claws and hooves landed. Unlike before with the gorge and a rather embarrassing tumble, the smaller demon had quickly grown wise. He fell in behind Prixlezub's galloping legs, not too close as to be barraged by heaved snow and earth, but close enough to know where it was safe to tread.

    The rumbling clouds above his horns had steadily faded into a white oblivion, a thick carpet of sleet enveloping the landscape. What a bleak world, Zurg thought, not much one for this climate. Far too cold and wet. Steam radiated from both of the demons' super-heated hides, further adding to the already perilous conditions. A perfect opportunity to rely on his other senses, such as that of smell and sound; both of which proved fruitful.

    He quickly narrowed out the alluring scent of meat - both in motion and freshly killed. Mm, and it was quite salty, too. Judging from the unsuspecting cries traveling upon the blizzard's frosty air not even miles away, the monarch wondered about whether or not he liked the taste of seal or walrus.

    Did he ever have any, come to think?

    Prixlezub inquired about the monarch's current state of health, the demon's voice clearly heard over the icy gales. "Oh! Um... I'm doing well, I suppose," replied a complacent Zurg. He looked around for a moment and idly flexed his claws into the snow. "I'm ready whenever you are, Prixlezub. Don't fret about me!" Even though the monarch wasn't a man used to running on all fours and gallivanting about in the world's most dangerous biomes, he was still very much a fighter and a stubborn head. If anything happened, anything at all, the larger demon could take reassurance in knowing that Zurg was able to fend for himself. He puffed a few clouds of smoke and quietly rumbled, perhaps anxious or excited about what was to shortly come next.


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    Re: This Thoom-Thoom has been Passed Down for Generations

    Post by Prixlezub on Fri Aug 08, 2014 4:52 am

    With the speed the two had been traveling, blindness by steam was hardly an issue unless one was following behind the prince. However, the massive demon was hard to miss even when enveloped by the thick white clouds, his mane flickering and clawing it aside in ribbons of vibrant reds and oranges. Any land they traveled over immediately went into thaw, molten stone and glassed over sand taking the place of claw-deep snow and angrily refused the encroaching blizzard until it finally cooled.

    Yes, this world was quite bleak, but also dangerous enough to keep those that were curious from traveling too deeply within it. The prince's hide easily fended off the cold, thick and very much numb to the frigid climate. As Prixlezub observed the smaller demon and his reply, it appeared he was doing well enough. All the best, the prince did not need someone weak accompanying him on his journey. Zurg was adapting quickly to his new form, much more sturdy on his feet than he had been back in the caves. "Very well." He replied, turning his gaze ahead to where the coast would be. "Do not worry about stealth when we hunt on the shore, the blizzard will hide us well enough and our prey tends towards slothfulness." He stated before his feet smoothly transitioned into his usual galloping pace.

    To think that their quarry was hardly a mile away on mere smell and sound however was false. A demon's nose easily rivaled that of a grizzly bear, and their ear's could pick up sound for miles away. A fact that would become evident as they continued to run, the many miles between them shortening in under a few minutes at their current speed before...

    BWWAAARGH! Gwwwergh! Huuurgh!

    A line of brilliant, pulsating blue cut through the sea of white soon revealing outlines of brown hide and white fur of walrus and the ever opportunistic bears. Beyond it? A dark grey sea, its horizon invisible beyond the relentless blizzard that continued to pound the shoreline. Snow covered stone and turf turning to brown sand, the prince's claws and hooves spat forth molten glass from beneath them as he cut away from Zurg and leaped claws first into the line of surprised walrus. With his great leap, the prince gave a thunderous roar, shaking the very ground into a frenzied dance of jittering sand.

    Every creature upon the shoreline froze as if in shock, even the mighty polar bears paralyzed into stillness as the massive, burning beast known as Prixlezub that descended on the seaside like crimson doom. The smell of boiling blood and burning flesh soon permeated the air as the demon sank his claws and teeth into the group he landed upon, snapping down walrus after walrus in single, ravenous bites. Tusks, blubber and all were devoured, not a trace left behind other than splatters of blood to be washed away by the tide.

    The effects of the demon's roar lingered just long enough, for as the prince feasted upon their kind the heard of walrus began to rouse out of their shocked stupor and into the scent of fresh gore and terror. This massive beast was devouring their kind as if they were mere snacks! Too large to overtake, their vast numbers were insignificant in the demon's towering presence, not even the alpha males of the group wishing to risk their hides in drawing his attention. Many of the other shore-bound beasts howled and bellowed at the realization of their sudden assault, fear thick in the air as the rest of the herd though to make a chance for the ocean, waddling and rolling over each other in a confused panic. Despite their desperate stampede for the water, they were still lumbering and slow enough for the smaller of the two to catch easily.
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    Re: This Thoom-Thoom has been Passed Down for Generations

    Post by Zurg on Sat Aug 09, 2014 3:18 pm

    So the prey was not under a mile away... Interesting! It would seem that these senses were much keener than Zurg had realized. Although, truly, what was a mile when compared to several more traversed under such blinding speeds? Within minutes they had reached their destination and that is when a rather odd phenomenon occurred... Blue engulfed the world for a brief moment, the monarch's attention snapping itself to the forefront and his mind perplexed. What had just happened? Did Prixlezub create that sudden burst of - oh look! The demon prince was already making short work of the poor creatures. They truly hadn't a prayer... Suffice to say, Zurg was not as flashy with his presentation.

    Whereas the demon prince roared and pounded against the earth, his girth mighty... the monarch was of the disposition to quietly trot behind. He didn't so much as roar as he puffed, smoke roiling from his maw. Fear, burning flesh, boiling blood... No, can't say these were particularly appetizing scents that wafted throughout the air; although, deep down inside his rumbling chest there was this yearning to follow Prixlezub's stead... A predator's instinct, possibly. Nevertheless, this body hungered for sustenance and he knew better than to starve it. The monarch chose to ignore all the polar bears (so as to not endanger them) and he instead focused on the prey animals. These walruses and seals will breed and replenish their numbers with ease, he thought. Would it truly hurt the ecosystem if he had... oh, a dozen or so? Spying a handful of the blubbery creatures trying to flop away into the ocean and flee, Zurg sprung into action. He galloped down the shore, hooves kicking up chilly sand, and he plunged upon the hapless morsels without mercy. The last thing any of them observed was a gaping abyss of teeth and fire, the heat hopefully killing them instead of his bite.

    Snap! Crr-RRRK! Crunch!

    Ugh, the disgusting sounds of one chomping away on their meal... Such an experience was highly unusual to the monarch, as he was not accustomed to actually chewing with his lower jaw. To break the walruses' bones as if they were nothing more than twigs! He would shudder if he could, but not was not the time. Now was the time to enforce the circle of life and to finish off where he had started. Ignoring the horrible feeling trying to coerce his mind and all the guilt that came creeping with, Zurg consumed the unlucky group with no trouble at all. Fresh blood now stained the sands and there was slightly less howling than before. Did any of these actually taste good...?


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    Re: This Thoom-Thoom has been Passed Down for Generations

    Post by Prixlezub on Tue Aug 12, 2014 6:44 pm

    Within moments the prince had snapped down nearly a baker's dozen of the blubbery walruses, already moving onto devouring a good five or six more as his weighty paws lashed out and snagged their thick hides upon his claws. Skin sizzled and fat boiled that the super-heated meat hooks dug into them and pulled, dragging any that thought to escape back into the glassing sand before the prince raised them to his maw. Currently sated with his meal, the demon turned his horned head to witness Zurg's progress on the herd.

    Of course, his kind's predatory instincts would come naturally to the smaller demon, although he found it interesting that he was so quiet in his attack. However, it was only when Zurg was attempting to chew the freshly killed creatures that he spoke up. "Do not bother trying to chew. You will find our jaws do not move from side to side for grinding." He advised. "Take the whole animal in your mouth, bite down and swallow. The teeth in our throats will do the rest." Should he take the prince's words to heart, the smaller of the two demons would note that upon biting down that bone and organs crushed and popped with ease, nary requiring effort to be crushed to a manageable size. Swallowing on the other hand... As the animal went down he would likely hear a soft crunching, popping sound that dwindled into silence. The sensation of the walrus' blubbery girth disappearing along with it.

    As both Prince and apprentice ate, it would be noted that while scents abounded, blood, gore and the ever present smell of cooking flesh and fat... There was no flavor. Only a satisfyingly energized sensation that slowly grew with every seal and walrus the demon devoured. Along with it, despite being right next to the ocean he would be unable to taste the salt in the air, nor sweet, bitter or sour flavors. The prince's race, for all of its might and fearsome sensory prowess, had no taste buds! Not that it was needed, the sheer ability of Zurg's new nose would paint a mouthwatering picture of what he was eating, along with where it had been before he happened across it.

    "Say when you had your fill, and we will continue." Prixlezub announced over the wind. Until then, he turned to look out towards the more inland areas of the north. Sitting upright with his tail laying straight out behind him it idly swayed from side to side, the massive blade upon the end of it digging in with its sharpened edge. Sand was dug away and smoothed all in a single pass of the blade, zen-like in movement if not for the stern alertness that its owner displayed as he kept watch. Every so often his grill openings flared, taking in scents from his surroundings.
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    Re: This Thoom-Thoom has been Passed Down for Generations

    Post by Zurg on Sun Aug 17, 2014 8:12 am

    So none of these actually tasted any good... Ooh, but the revitalizing sensation was nice.

    For the most part, Zurg listened and no longer bothered to chew these poor creatures into a pulp. It was for the most part because his blasted throat managed to achieve all the work for him. Sickening crunches came from deeper within his body and the monarch tried his very hardest not to grimace. Did the demon prince mention esophageal teeth? Guh... Remind him never to be eaten alive by Prixlezub after this transformation wore off.

    It didn't take much long after that for Zurg to finish his rounds. After feeling a tinge merciful and no longer wanting to hear his throat grind away, he had one last blubbery walrus for the memories and that was thankfully that. "All done," he remarked, the smaller demon lightly trotting over towards the demon prince. He sat upon his haunches and displayed a far better mastery of his current body, muscular tail wrapping itself upon both forepaws as all senses kept themselves trained in every which way. Prixlezub was looking to the north for some reason... Perhaps he thought to stare at the general direction of his volcanic home? Or perhaps he had taken note of something fascinating? Knowing the monarch's luck with these things, it could very well be that Prixlezub just wanted to keep his gaze elsewhere for the time being. There wasn't really much due north thanks to these hostile conditions...

    "What do you see?" Just couldn't help himself.


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    Re: This Thoom-Thoom has been Passed Down for Generations

    Post by Prixlezub on Tue Aug 19, 2014 1:46 am

    Zurg wrote:"All done."

    Smoke plumed from the prince's grill, blowing away on the blizzard's whipping gale as he turned to look at the smaller demon. Confident that the monarch had eaten enough to last the journey, Prixlezub rose to his feet from his sitting position, red hot sand and boiling glass rippled with heat from where the massive prince had taken his seat. As expected of his kin's nature, the monarch was adapting to his new form readily, displaying masterful balance upon striding up to the larger of their duo. The prince could only predict how Zurg would react to some of their more potent abilities. Likely with a mixture of awe and horror all at once, much like his realization of the rows of teeth that lined their throats.

    As Zurg moved to sit next to him in the frigid coastal sands, his question regarding what the prince could see through the dismal whiteout conditions was worded more to be a joke than curiosity. "I keep watch for your sake." He explained, smoke puffing and rolling from his maw in thick wisps upon every word. While Zurg was growing more accustomed to this form, he still had not faced combat through means other than his weaponry so far as he had seen. Mastery of his natural weapons would still have to be seen and likely instructed if the monarch wished to hold his own. For a moment the prince's brow furrowed into what could be described as a thoughtful look before continuing. "You are growing more comfortable each time you visit. This land's desolace is only surface deep, for far more than mere walrus and bear have taken hold in this place, and its seclusion is attractive to those who would wish to scheme and build out of sight and relative reach of a curious passerby." Despite his lecture, the demon's tone remained respectful towards his ex-rival. Of course, he expected Zurg to realize that the lands that stood outside the ISO's watchful gaze were rife with perils, but at the same time he began to wonder if perhaps there was still an essence of lax in his mindset. Staying in such a well protected zone could make a person, monarch or commoner alike, accustomed to certain privileges. For now, the demon was only aware of one place that fit this description, and it had been devoid of activity for a long while now. Still, there was still a possibility that they were not completely alone with mere prey. Especially since the monarch admitted that his satellite feed had not been reviewed yet and current conditions could only yield so much information.

    Regardless, such a possibility was only something they need worry about so long as they lingered here.

    "Come, the mountains are but a couple of hours away." He encouraged, smoothly rolling into a trot. Boiling steam and fresh glass formed a trail behind him, soon to be swept away and buried under the sheets of falling snow. Once he heard Zurg fall into step behind him, Prixlezub smoothly threw himself into a gallop, following the coast south.
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    Re: This Thoom-Thoom has been Passed Down for Generations

    Post by Zurg on Mon Aug 25, 2014 1:51 pm

    For his sake... "Oh my, sounds rather ominous," Zurg remarked quietly.

    Naturally the frozen wastes would prove alluring to the more anti-social or hostilely-inclined; it was a barren tundra with little to no cover, after all. Should one so desire, it would be quite easy to descend upon the two demons and attempt a bout of fisticuffs. A well-placed shot from a high-powered laser ought to do the job, although the monarch did not readily share in Prixlezub's vigilant thoughts. "My homeworld was just as perilous," he spoke up, indicating that the alien-turned-demon was no stranger to foreboding terrains. "Even though I am currently devoid of Listening and my satellite feeds, I am not so naive to think that we are completely alone out here." While it was indeed true that Zurg enjoyed an uneventful lifestyle back at the city, bustling about the house certainly didn't soften his wits. "I am prepared to defend both you and myself to the bitter death," came a sincere oath. "Let whoever wishes to prey upon us come; they shall either perish or succeed." Much like the walruses the two demons had finished consuming. Now, about those mountains.

    Always eager for a run and still very energetic, Zurg faithfully kept behind his larger guide and followed his pace. Never once did he drop his guard, however. Prixlezub's words of warning were heeded to the heart, the monarch not wanting to meet an early demise after accomplishing next to nothing, and he upheld a bit of vigilance of his own. If anything was out there, anything at all, he will be ready for it.


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    Re: This Thoom-Thoom has been Passed Down for Generations

    Post by Prixlezub on Wed Aug 27, 2014 12:10 am

    Ominous? Perhaps, though the truth of the matter was the monarch still had quite a few things to learn before he could consider himself truly formidable. At least in this form. To hear that the monarch still held his wits despite his retirement was rather promising. Or at least as promising as any other mortal who still had a head on their shoulders. So often had the prince seen creatures of great power, either earning their titles through power or otherwise and watched as they grew weak enough to be culled from a lack of conflict.

    At this the demon gave an approving rumble, "Good, good. There are many who would think otherwise after a mere three year reprieve." He replied. It was amazing what sort of wit dulling drink past accomplishments could become. However, the demon could not help but note that the alien too had a rather dangerous homeworld, his thoughts returning to the only one that had been mentioned. "Planet Z? I remember you telling me and the rest of our group of such a place, before and after your retirement." The prince stated amiably. That planet at one point reminded Prixlezub of his own home plane, the constant storms and red sands. Before that, the alien had mentioned it held rolling plains, the story told at the campfire of the sleepover mentioning green grass for miles around and odd creatures that lived within it.

    For a moment the demon could not help but find such a drastic change curious, his thoughts tumbling the possibilities about. Perhaps the change had been natural? If his kin were as long lived as Zurg claimed, likely it may have happened over many generations. Although if that was the case, the story he had told of his adventures would not have been as green and lively... Most likely it would have had to have been something unnatural, though whether it could have been caused by an outside force or otherwise would remain to be seen. Much like a certain detail that had been on the demon's mind.

    "...Have you felt any pressure growing in your throat since we left?" The demon rumbled, his question cryptic until he spoke once more. "You may have noted that our kind are able to breathe elements, my fire most notably. Within your throat is a set of bladder-like glands that produce a potent, flammable gas and store it. At times its is healthy to expel the excess." He explained as they traveled. As for why it was healthy? Well, sooner or later the smaller demon was going to notice a rather uncomfortable, bloated feeling in his throat. Much like gas during indigestion if one thought about it.

    And it was only going to keep growing if Zurg did nothing about it.

    Regardless, their gallop along the coast was proving more fortunate on their end than ominous. With the demon prince leading, his thundering footfalls melted away the snow with a furious hiss of steam and left a clear, if not red-hot trail to follow. Ahead, the storm was beginning to settle as they made their way to its edge. Snow fell lightly instead of its prior thick blanket of white, but they still had some ways to go before the dark clouds were completely gone from sight.
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    Re: This Thoom-Thoom has been Passed Down for Generations

    Post by Zurg on Wed Aug 27, 2014 12:42 pm

    "Three years is but a drop in the bucket." And while Zurg's kind did not nearly last as long as Prixlezub's, they lived long enough to shrug off such a pitiful span of time. Sitting at home and busying oneself with menial chores and everyday activities did wonders for developing a sense of normalcy, but the monarch will have to admit... it was at times boring and devoid of any unpredictable excitement. Left him wanting every now and then, though he was cautious to yearn too hard. "Yes, X'rghthung. Before and after terraformation, it is still quite the cosmic hellhole," chuckled the smaller demon. He wouldn't have it any other way, either.

    What's this? wrote:"...Have you felt any pressure growing in your throat since we left?"

    An odd question, no?

    Zurg wisely didn't answer and instead listened as Prixlezub continued. So he needed to relieve himself every now and then, was that it? "I have no real clue how to go about... ah, purging my body of pent up fire." Was it like blowing one's nose? Or perhaps burping? "And I've been feeling a slight pinch back there, but nothing overly annoying or discomforting." The demon prince will have to assist the monarch before the latter puffs up like a balloon and gives the Breach an earth-shattering kaboom.


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    Re: This Thoom-Thoom has been Passed Down for Generations

    Post by Prixlezub on Fri Aug 29, 2014 1:52 am

    But a drop in the bucket... An interesting analogy, the prince mused to himself as they continued along their way. Of course, Prixlexub's span was far more than a bucket, and while three years is but a drop much like Zurg had expressed, it fell into an endless sea than a mere bucket. Now then, what was this about a terraformation? As the demon prince listened on, he could not help but taste this new name upon his own tongue. "X'rghthung," He echoed thoughtfully, pondering it for a short while before continuing. It sounds like a strong name, I wonder at its meaning." part of him found some similarity between the names beginning and Zurg's own, current name, but it hardly sounded as harsh as the monarch's. Regardless, it was but one small detail in part to the demon's greater curiosity.

    "I remember you telling a story of your home as a lush, green place. To hear when we had first met that it was an uninhabitable desert of red sand and storms, I would not have believed such a stark contrast could have existed, and in such a short span of time." At least to him anyway. The demon, while still merely an acquaintance in terms of knowledge regarding Zurg even with their rivalry, could tell he was still quite young even before this transformation into a barely adolescent broodling. Lands change over hundreds of years, yes, but not to the all encompassing harshness that was the previously named Planet Z. For an entire planet to change into a crimson desert took thousands of years on its own and usually that would be its death-knell. "Some may say such a change is unnaturally swift." He added musingly. Of course, he knew that the alien had changed his planet over since they had last talked, when the demon looked in the direction of X'urghthung every now and again, he noticed it had changed from an angry red to green... And may or may not have been missing a moon or two.

    As Zurg went on to return to the topic of releasing pent up fire, the demon for once found himself slightly... Stumped. Releasing a plume of flame every now and again felt second nature, enough so that he hardly thought about describing how to actually perform it. Taking a moment to puzzle out this small conundrum Prixlezub finally answered over the sound of his thundering pace, "It is a simple process, relax your neck and sigh from your chest." In essence, "Yawn." Nothing too complex. This simple tactic would be the basis of something far more deadlier that would be learned later on.

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    Re: This Thoom-Thoom has been Passed Down for Generations

    Post by Zurg on Sat Aug 30, 2014 12:57 pm

    And wouldn't you know it, Prixlezub had pronounced it correctly. This was to be expected from someone who spoke an incredibly rough language. "If you think our planet's name is strong, you ought to recall the lovely nickname I gave you months ago," Zurg chuckled. It certainly was a mouthful! "We are unfortunately a fairly long-winded species - in case you haven't noticed already." Now, as for the meaning of X'rghthung? The monarch gave a thoughtful hum and pondered for a moment. "Well... I suppose the easiest translation would be "our mother"; although, those of the more scholarly field would admonish me to infinity and back." Ever wonder why that Buzz Lightyear robot got so much right so wrong during that stint with the black hole slingshot maneuver? There you go. Zurg was notorious for messing up his rival's catchphrase; perhaps out of sincere ignorance, or simply because he just loved aggravating the Space Ranger for pedian slug guano and giggles.

    To quote, he was a strange dish.

    "Hm? Oh, that." It sounded as if Prixlezub had a difficult time understanding how a fertile planet went from luscious plains to a barren wasteland inhospitable for even a gopher. "It's a relatively linear process," began a confident Zurg. "I won't bore you with the details, as we'll be here discussing advanced mathematics and science for hours, but it's doable in the span of... oh, say a year or two. It's not at all healthy for the planet and its native wildlife, along with the ordeal being rather stressful for ecosystem integrity, but, then again, if you're terraforming your planet into something else entirely, you're not exactly concerned with the smaller details..." Which was precisely the monarch's mindset at the time. "I forced the planet's climate to my own choosing and wiped out all life from her surface. Naturally, the planet was not very happy with me..." The plot thickens. "Of course, I also forced the climates back to their more inherent state and recreated life in a similar time-frame. It's not easy playing Almighty, you know. And still the planet is upset with me, but thankfully she is in a state of hibernation. I reckon she will awaken in roughly... another century or so? Maybe two, because she has been through quite a lot in so short a duration." Never let it be said that Zurg wasn't an ambitious man. Enough of this, however!

    He craned his neck upward, a feeling most unusual to him, and the smaller demon listened attentively. "...Yawn?" he repeated, hesitant. The confused expression on Zurg's broodling face said it all. "Um, right. Yawn. I can... I can maybe do that." And this is where Prixlezub ought to realize that yawning for a X'rghthu was like asking them to share their personal space with an outsider.

    Did the prince mean yawn in a similar fashion to a human, or...?


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    Re: This Thoom-Thoom has been Passed Down for Generations

    Post by Prixlezub on Tue Sep 02, 2014 2:59 am

    A rumbling chuckle reverberated from the demon's chest, "Yes, I remember it quite well. X'jyrrkyamgliithrqntahso-zut, as you had written. May I ask what it means as well while we are on the subject?" It was going to be a long run down to the southern continent, there was plenty of time to fill it with conversation. "Our language depending on the dialect can become rather lengthy as well, although I have heard some languages that are far longer than yours." Immortal creatures tended to have little care about time, their tongues spanning years to utter a single comment. All the same they were just as incomprehensible to an outside as they were long winded. Regardless, the demon was content to hear that Zurg's planet was named "our mother", at least to his understanding of it. "A humble title, but fitting. Life bearing planets do tend to provide for their creatures all that they require to nurture them. From life till death, they are essentially mothered, albeit in a highly passive manner." He reasoned thoughtfully. To hear a scholar's rendition of the name would have been interesting to hear as well, however there was neither one here and the monarch's interpretation of the name was suitable enough.

    Onto the matter of terraforming, the demon held a small inkling that it may have been Zurg's doing, but it was best to listen for himself instead of jump to conclusions. After all it could have been the sudden work of an invading force or something greater that came before Zurg's change from plains-dwelling child to Evil Emperor. A linear process as Zurg had come to put it, he had indeed been responsible for not only turning the planet into a crimson, stormy desert, but also of killing off all the wildlife upon it. "Her rage was the reason for the storms, unless I am mistaken." Prixlezub replied, before adding; "Not to mention there likely were other more destructive forces that had been the avatars of her displeasure." If X'urghthung was indeed the mother of Zurg's kind and ll that lived on it, much like a mother she would mourn and demand justice for the loss of her children. Even if it meant doing so herself. Regardless, it was pleasing to hear that the alien had placed things right, likely it would make things far more easier on his end... Once she quelled her anger. "A mother's anguish is not quelled overnight, she will remember your destruction of her children and the pain she likely felt from your work for years to come. Give her a few millenia to settle and appreciate your toil." He rumbled evenly. Likely given her hibernation, she may adjust and calm sooner than that if she required a rest.

    Now then, yawning. Apparently the younger monarch held a bit of a gap in communication regarding the matter, or in this case culture. Slowing to a trot, the demon prince brought himself to pace alongside Zurg before slowing to a walk and halting. Just as it would be challenging for Zurg to bring himself to yawn, the prince could not demonstrate his kind's technique to Zurg while running. "Allow me to show you." He rumbled, his tail swaying idly from side to side. "First, you relax your throat, you should feel a loosening on either side of your windpipe, that would be the glands for your flame." He explained, taking a small breath and tilting his head skyward. "Then, exhale." The prince's maw opened wide, and alongside a heated jet of black smoke rose a brilliant plume of yellow-white flame. Almost as if the demon breathed out a small sun, if one thought about it like that.

    Turning his fiery gaze back to Zurg, the demon's maw gave a plume of smoke as he offered, "Now, do as I have done." Lest the monarch await to see what the prince had in mind for if he was unable to expel excess gas.
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    Re: This Thoom-Thoom has been Passed Down for Generations

    Post by Zurg on Tue Sep 02, 2014 8:16 pm

    Aw, Prixlezub remembered!

    Zurg was positively touched, although he wasn't quite sure if the demon's kind could shed a lone tear. He didn't push his luck for fear of looking like a blooming idiot similar to his clumsy descent into the glacial ravine. "Of course! It means, big, flaming, red truck. Not overly flattering, but it's similar to purple berry." And so the mysticism was taken out from the alien nickname. Nevertheless, Zurg thought he had made an excellent choice for Prixlezub's. "I can imagine so," the tiny monarch agreed. He leaped over a boulder and displayed no signs of fatigue. Marvelous! "Compared to the more shorter-lived races of my galaxy, we were at the tippity-top of the celestial food chain. Not that it mattered, though. We didn't speak to outsiders on a daily basis, let alone monthly, so hardly any human or Rhizomian managed to hear our tongue." A damn shame, if you asked him.

    Prixlezub wrote:"A humble title, but fitting. Life bearing planets do tend to provide for their creatures all that they require to nurture them. From life till death, they are essentially mothered, albeit in a highly passive manner."

    And this was proof that Zurg's people were just egotistical bigots.

    "You are correct. However, I expect this from someone so long-lived and having been at the beginning of creation itself." Regarding the storms, Zurg had a different answer. "Partially, yes. The major factor of her ire came from my people's insolence. It happened well before I was even born, much less my parents, but let's just say that she didn't always have three moons..." What the monarch had done was peanuts compared to the generations before him. "She will remember for a very long time," Zurg remarked. A somber twinge underlined his words. He also didn't have a thousand years...

    ...Or did he? Portal Breach had essentially made everyone immortal if they so chose. "Nana has always been a rather temperamental sort. Some years she is hot, and others she is cold. I'm going to let her be for a decade or two after her hibernation is over. She might feel better by then."

    Hopefully, anyway.

    When the demon prince slowed, so did the monarch. Zurg ended his gallop into a trot and then a full stop, his tail swinging in tandem with Prixlezub's. "Okay, um..." Clearly the sounds of confidence. Studious eyes witnessed carefully as the demon prince blew out a fiery plume, the earth and sky briefly illuminated by such intensity. Looked fairly easy, right? Puffing, the monarch paced around in a circle and tried to be methodical about his approach. "Alright, so... loosen my throat muscles and exhale. Got it," he spoke up. If Prixlexub could do it with little issue, how bad could it be? Mental pep talk over, Zurg lumbered a few meters away from the demon prince and sat upon his royal haunches. Right, now to begin... He craned his neck back, tail anxiously thumping up and down, and loudly went -

    "BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!

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    Re: This Thoom-Thoom has been Passed Down for Generations

    Post by Prixlezub on Wed Sep 03, 2014 6:43 pm

    What manner of friend would he be if he forgot such an elegant name so easily? While the prince had borne many names upon his person none he had heard were quite as interesting as what Zurg had bestowed upon him "Big, flaming, red truck?" He echoed thoughtfully, a rumble emanating from his chest as he appraised the translation before it quickly bubbled into a chuckle that would resonate in Zurg's ribs. "On the contrary, it is quite flattering in an endearing way." He replied in amusement, observing as the smaller demon leaped and bounded over the rocky landscape. Apparently Zurg's people were not very sociable either, given their apparent superiority. "Hm, trade must have been rare to nonexistent then. It take it your kind's technology put you above the need for allies?" It was uncommon, but certainly not unheard of. It certainly cut down the horizons for what sorts of friends could gain, along with the benefits that came with it. "You mentioned only human and Rhizomian, had any other denizens of your universe heard it before them?" An interesting detail if the Prince had thought so.

    His answer to the monarch's previous statement had been correct and at the same time expected. Of course, the demon's expansive lifetime allowed him to experience more than the average mortal no matter how long lived, such an answer came as no surprise. What the monarch mentioned next however, was quite interesting. The planet's rage came not from the alien's complete destruction of her surface but from his people and their tampering. "I see, the extra gravitational pull must be strenuous on her. For what purpose were they added?" As for what Zurg's people had done besides it? The demon prince could only imagine that it was far more than merely the extra moons. Likely additional tampering and interference by Zurg's people. His somber tone did not go unnoticed even with the thunder of the prince's gait. Prixlezub responded with a simple, but knowing hum.

    Though was his somberness out of sadness for what his people had done, or perhaps that his own mortality would prevent him from witnessing his planet in a better state of mind? It had been made apparent that the monarch could communicate with the planet itself, to have lived on one that harbored nothing but pure anger towards him and his race would be a tense if not depressing relationship. Though as Zurg went on, it seemed that was not just the case, dear Nana, as he called her, apparently was a moody sort. "Charming nickname." He rumbled offhandedly before continuing. "Perhaps she will, I wish you luck when you decide to visit her next."

    Now then, to see how the monarch would fare with his instruction. He certainly was studious in his observation of Prixlezub's demonstration, but the execution looked rather... odd.

    Zurg wrote:
    "BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!"

    There was certainly noise, a lot of excess noise, but amazingly not a flame could be seen. Reaching a claw out while the monarch was still bellowing to the northern winds, he gently wrapped two of his thick digits around the underside of Zurg's neck, down near the collar bones, and squeezed.



    If HIT, Prixlezub successfully helps dislodge the excess flammable gasses.


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