<span style='font-family:Arial'><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>RULES; -NO ONE LINERS -USE PROPER PUNTUATION (EX: CAPITALS, PERIODS, ETC...)</span> DAY: 3 MONTH: TRIA YEAR: 81378 </span>
<span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'><span style='font-family:Arial'>Name: Ramqe Nuppam Profile: http://shadowlack.com/forums/index.php?act=ST&f=25&t=2935&st=0#entry36296http://shadowlack.com/forums/index ... entry36296</a> Wearing & Carrying: A large black sweatshirt with the symbol of Anarchy on the right side, torn and tattered. A pair of black skin tight pants with chains, pins and other assorted objects on the outside. A small backpack with the following; alchohal, needles, pocket knife, extra clothing, money. Ramqe huddled into a corner, drawing a small pocket knife from his pocket. He flicked it against his skin, the cold blade tearing at his flesh. The pain seered through him as he cut the symbol of Anarchy. He grinned. His life was Anarchy. Nobuddy understood him. He looked around the dank ally in which he resided, out in the cold. He understood he had a problem but took no effort to fix it. The rain began to poor as his clothing soaked and the blood washed down the ally. He was cold inside. A lost soul needing some help. He closed his eyes, drifting away into the darkness they called a "dream". </span></span>
Khuyt didn't want to stop in the black market, but he was low on supplies, he had no choice... He drove through the crowds, simply shooting anybody who tryed to steal from him or fight him. He was given alot of room after he had killed his 4th pickpocket. He turned off down an alley, looking for a place to be alone. He didn't ike crowds, they were just too... Irritating... He drove slowly along, ignoring the rain that fell, running down his helmet and suit, fogging up the small windshield on his Hoverbike. He was forced to stop, as there was only a dead end. There was somebody huddled close by though... and Khuyt got off his bike and went over to them. <span style='color:red'><span style='font-family:Impact'>Hey...</span></span> He called softly and when the person didn't move he gave him a kick with his steel toed boot. <span style='color:red'><span style='font-family:Impact'>Wake up! I need directions!</span></span> He snorted and got back onto his bike. If this punk wasn't going to speak, and his life was going nowhere, he might as well be dead... Khuyt took a Desert Eagle from his side holster and levelled it at the head of the person huddled in the corner...
<span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'><span style='font-family:arial'>His eyes opened, glaring at the pendragon who stood in front of him. Don't mess with me. He raised his hand slightly, towards the pendragon. That wouldn't be smart. He teleported behind the pendragon, a devious grin on his face. He closed his eyes, concentrating hard. I can see into your future, your past, your present. Choose your enemies carefully...foolish one. He wiped his face with his tattered sleeve, the rain had soaked into all of his clothing. He took one last look at the pendragon before jumping up the side of a fence in the ally and running away. What was that all about? I should look out for that one, he seems vicious, dark...just like me. </span></span>
Khuyt chuckled to himself... The macho additude wasn't what he needed right now, but the punk seemed to know where he was going so he decided to follow him. He got back on his bike and revved the engine, to let the runner know he was coming. He shot a grenade from his launcher on the front of his bike, and watched it arc towards the fence, landing right on the ground in the centre of it. <span style='color:red'><span style='font-family:Impact'>I hope you can run faster than I can drive!</span></span> He called out over the hum of his engine, and sped off after the retreating figure through the hole he had made in the fence, levelling a small gun he had taken from a compartment on his bike at the back of the figure as he gained ground quickly on the figure...
<span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'><span style='font-family:Arial'>He laughed. Oh I can... Ramqe knew that the bike could move faster than him...but could it teleport just as fast? He held his hand up in the air, towards the bike. "What do you want from me? Explain or die...". His eyes seared with pain from the rain which continued to fall, they began to bleed out of the corners. He wiped the blood, standing strong in front of the pendragon before him. </span></span>
Khuyt kicked his bike to the side, stopping a few feet from him, but completely blocking off all access behind him. <span style='color:red'><span style='font-family:Impact'>Just directions...</span></span> he replied, and sounded solemn, even though behind his mirrored helmet he was grinning. <span style='color:red'><span style='font-family:Impact'>I need to find somewhere where I can get "Free" supplies, and have a minimal chance of having to fight my way in or out...</span></span>
<span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'><span style='font-family:Arial'>He looked a the pendragon, a smirk on his face. "I can get you all the supplies you'll ever need...for a prize". </span></span>
<span style='font-family:Impact'><span style='color:red'>Very funny punk, but I don't carry much money, I usually get everything I need by doing "Favours" is there anything I can do for you or a friend to get the supplies I need?</span></span> He revved the engine of his bike, and opened the slots for the grenade launchers, to show he wasn't joking...
<span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'><span style='font-family:Arial'>Ramqe laughed. How pathetic. This mortal did not carry the capasity to kill him, nor the speed. "Well, if you could attain a few "weapons" for me I would be more than glad to steal all your needs" he said. Excellent. He would recieve a few weapons for his plan, and this fool would walk away with his "supplies" which would be easy to obtain. </span></span>
<span style='font-family:Impact'><span style='color:red'>Good, I'm happy to know that you see it my way... Now, what weapons in particular are you looking for?</span></span> He spun his bike around, ready to burst out of the alley as soon as he had gotten a name...
<span style='font-family:Arial'><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>Guns. And anything that explodes. he thought spoke to the other pendragon. Today would be a great day to improve his powers. </span></span>
<span style='color:red'>Done</span> droned Khuyt's voice from his helmets filter, but he didn't even go looking, he reached over and took several weapons from compartments in his bike, and handed them to Ramqe. Now, can you run along and get me my supplies? Or do I have to ask you the hard way?[/COLOR] behind his mirrored helmet Khuyt was grinning, he loved to play games with the young ones, they never did learn... He revved his bike again and swung it around. <span style='color:red'>Bring the supplies to the cities central plaza in about an hour, good luck!</span> He sped off back down the allyway and disappeared...
<span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'><span style='font-family:Arial'>Ramqe grinned, he loved to play games too. He shoved the guns and explosives in his bag. Young one? How dare he. Ramqe could crush this pendragon is he wanted too, but it's more fun to play with your food. He concentrated, teleporting to the area's of Bhim where he could find the pendragons supplies, returning. Here, take it. He threw the supplies at the pendragon and turned his back, preparing to leave. </span></span>
<span style='color:red'>I thank you, you little punk, and I'm really sorry, but I have to tie up all my loose ends...</span> Khuyt levelled his Desert eagle between Ramqe's eyes, and slowly started to pull the trigger...
<span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'><span style='font-family:Arial'>Fool, I told you not to mess with me. He teleported to where the foolish pendragon could not see him. Now you will die. His bones shifted as his claws grew longer, his hair grew, reaching the ground. He grinned. He had massivly increased in height, strength and power. Meet my inner demon Khuyt. Ramqe jumped from the area where he had transformed and faced his enemy. </span></span>
Khuyt grinned, and lowered his gun. <span style='color:red'>I think I better run now right?</span> He asked, and slowly grabbed a small device from the side of his bike. He made as if to lean back, but really pulled the pin and threw it at Ramqe's face. It hit him square in the nose, but nothing happened and it dropped to the ground between Ramqe's paws with a clatter. Khuyt took the small time he had gotten from the distraction, and whipped his bike around and bolted off down the alley just as the smoke grenade exploded in a whitish-grey cloud. <span style='color:red'>Geeze, the kids today sure are messing around with themselves...</span> He murmured to himself, and confident that no living creature with any type of meachine could catch him on his Hoverbike, not even Military Grade technology, (He had customized his bike beyond belief) Could catch him. He burst out of the alley entrance, and sped off down the crowded road, crushing some with his anti grav device on the bottom of his bike, and launching others off his small front windshield. He knew that the punk would be back, and so he headed towards the outskirts, hoping to get more room to speed up so he could never catch him. If he caught up before he reached the outskirts, Khuyt would have to try to kill the kid, and although Khuyt had no qualms about hurting, maiming, or crippling others, he could never live with the guilt of killing someone, and he always avoided death when he could, unless he needed to get rid of a witness, or kill an enemy...
<span style='font-family:Arial'><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>Ramqe wasn't stupid. This guy seemed to have pissed him off, enough for him to transform, his mind was demon now. You think a smoke grenade can stop me? I can still see you, but the choice is mine to make, and I think i'll let my food go for once... He slumped back over to the corner where he lay before and went back to sleep. </span></span>
A green furred 'dragon stummbled throught the smoke. <span style='color:green'> WHAT THE HECK?!</span> He coughed stood still as the smoke cleared a bit. he looked at the large form in the center of it. <span style='color:green'>Umm..... HOLY!</span> he looked at Ramge in surprise. <span style='color:green'>Uh.. Hi?</span> he said not realy knowing what else to say.
Khuyt kept going, he didn't care if the beast chose to follow or not, but he planned to get out into the open where he could speed up and ponder the idea of this new "Empire" being formed up north..
