<font color='#A8A8A8'><blockquote><blockquote><blockquote><p align=right> <font color=#EB8000>OOC</font> Not private, but only one or two others, please. ^__^ <font color=#EB8000>BIC</font> <font color=#EB8000>Day : </font>Third <font color=#EB8000>Month : </font>Tessera <font color=#EB8000>Year : </font>First Lucifer was low in the heavens, practically yawning out his harsh flames as it drifted towards the horizon. Â His celestial opposite was already making its appearence, however faintly. The autumn sky was painted in different shades of crimson pastel, matching the greenery below as it slowly morphed into its own colours. Despite the beaming wheel of flavour, there was the ever-present fear of being watched, as if homicidal maniacs were hiding behind each and every tree. This was, of course, the meetings grounds for assassins. An odd place for a youngster to be. Laying silently in a towering tree, he was a good fifty feet high. Long legs that made his body look short in length and underfed dropped languidly from the vegetation's sturdy limb. The youth's primary colour was a dark shade of blue, accompanied by short, bright orange spikes drifting from head to tail, not to mention on his heals. This ended at his forehead, where several locks of titian hair, the same shade as his additional thumbs, drooped over his light blue peepers at thirty centimeters. The sign on his right haunch depicted the Japanese symbols for "kyoki", meaning "lunacy" in common tongue. The metallic flame fluttering gaily on his long tail was a bright yellow, not to mention in danger of burning the tree down. It drifted in front of his aurora eyes, and Ghost could be seen oogling it from above. He was what one could call a pyro, as the inferno simply fascinated and amused him to no end. He was prone to set things on fire, and watching anything - be it living or not - burst up in flames ended in the overjoyment of the child. Bolting upright, he grinned around the area, perhaps looking for a playmate of some sort. Finding none, he sighed slightly, before shrugging, leaping down from the Mayneh tree. The flame, chock-full with different metals, flickered wildly on his tail. Finding nothing else to occupy his time with, he decided to do what he did best: starting fires. Still beaming like the maniac he was, he ventured over to a small plant. He was no specialist in this type of thing, thus he knew nothing about this vegetation. It could be an extraordinarily rare thing that no one had ever discovered yet, for all he knew. Alas, he did not, and was only aware of one thing: It was not fireproof. His tail dipped towards it, waving madly onto the leaves. As promised, it erupted into bright flames, sending a shock of happiness through the male. However, it did not last for long, and the embers died as soon as the thing did. Scowling slightly, he frowned. What sort of plant didn't send the fire elsewhere? Getting over the tragedy rather quickly, he glanced around once more. Being the optimist he was, the grin returned, and he lopped in circles a few times, before slumping to the terra. Eagerly, his friendly gaze searched the area continuously, awaiting some who might show up.</font>
<font color='#A8A8A8'><table width="300"> <font face="verdana">From just a few yards away, an older male stood, partially hidden by tall grass. He was slim and kinda tallish, his pelt being an incredible display of the gray scale: silver speckles covered his off white body, fading into darker hues and eventually pitch black at his hair and ears, He seemed to have been paying attention to something, soemthing, it seemed, that was laying before him, until Ghost's little fire display had caught his eye. Now the pendragon was looking over at the younger one, one brow quirked a bit. It would be most inconveniant if he happened to set the entire area on fire... Hype, as it was, never did like the heat much. But then, of course, there was also that pesky instinct that told him to get away from there, because, after all.. it was a pyromaniac little boih. And so, shrinking back a bit to make himself smaller, he simply stood rooted to the ground, hoping the kid wouldn't notice him. With a sigh, he went back to shifting through the papers in his paws... </font></table></font>
<font color='#A8A8A8'><blockquote><blockquote><Blockquote><p align="right"> <font color=#EB8000>IC</font> Staring at the darkening sky with utter boredom, the slightly twisted boy started to recite the first thing that popped into his mind: "The Night Before Christmas". <font color=#EB8000>T'was the night before Christmas when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. Stockings were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that Saint Nicholas soon would be there.</font> Pausing, Ghost pondered the irony of this with amusement. True, he had hoped again and again that a character such as Saint Nicholas would pop at his door, bringing a bag full of presents. However, no one such as this ever did come, and he was simply left alone. Not that he minded. <font color=#EB8000>The children were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads. And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap, had just settled down for a long winter's nap.</font> Raising his ears, the sharp hearing devices picked up a noise. Not just one, but a few, in fact. The movement of paws, a sigh, a rustle of papers. Chuckling, he peered in the direction of the sounds, continuing to recite. <font color=#EB8000>When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.</font> Not bothering to cover himself, he padded a few steps towards the rustle; There was obviously a pendragon there. His voice raised slightly as he carried on. <font color=#EB8000>The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow, gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below. When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer.</font> Grinning wildly, he stopped several feet away, looking over this strangely, yet rather fetchingly coloured male with crippled wings. He seemed of no threat, but even if he was, would that ever stop the hooligan? <font color=#EB8000>With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be Saint Nick. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, and he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name . . .</font> Suddenly the tireless nioti leaped forward, bounding around Hype like an excited puppy about to be taken for a walk, flamed tail waving dangerously. His voice rose to a yell as he called out, disturbing the once peaceful forest. <font color=#EB8000>"Now, DASHER! Now, DANCER! Now, PRANCER and VIXEN! On, COMET! On CUPID! On, DONDER and BLITZEN! To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall! Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"</font> When the verse was complete, Ghost halted in front of the older male, beaming madly. His aforementioned tail wagged slowly, the flame skimming the grass but never touching. Looking rather foolish, he plopped to the floor, salmon tongue lolled out. <font color=#EB8000>Hi.</font></font>
<font color='#A8A8A8'><table width="300"> <font face="verdana">One ear flicked back as the children's rhyme began. Hype shuffled a bit faster, not really even reading them anymore, but wondering what in the world had gotten into the kid. He did hear Ghost's joyous reciting louder and clearer as the nioti drew nearer, but stubbornly kept his head down, ignoring his antics. That is, until the disturbed little thing decided to jump him. For Hype, it was happening in slow motion. A huge, snarling monster leapt towards him, drool sliding off its bulging jowls as he flew threw the air. With a loud, slighlty rhythmitic grunt, the beast missed by a hair, and, still hungry, began to prance around Hype, hooved legs kicking in the air, fire bursting out its nostrils in a furious show of anger. Hype froze for a moment, eyes bulging a bit. Slowly, the papers slipped from his claws, tumbling to the ground and scattering. As the christmas rhyme climaxed, Hype tumbled backwards, reindeers attacking him from all sides. He held up his forepaws in a protective stance, hoping that at least he could save his handsome face from their ravenous stampede. And then, all was quiet, and, after peeking through a crack made by his digits, Hype slowly brought his arms down and glanced around, a bit puzzled. Sitting in front of him was the little pup from before. Still bizarre, but now harmless-looking, compared to the monsters he had brought around. Eyeing his waving tail a bit nervously, he answered the greeting with caution, "Hi... uh.. kid..." And then, before he could stop himself, and because he could think of nothing better to say that wouldn't bring on another natural disaster, Hype added, "Where are parentals?" </font></table></font>
<font color='#A8A8A8'><blockquote><blockquote><p align="right"> <font color=#EB8000>IC</font> Overlooking the older male with great amusement, Ghost snickered. He wasn't quite sure why Hype had tumbled back, covering his eyes so, but that didn't matter. What did was the providing of entertainment, and the latter had done its job flawlessly. Once the fun ended, and the other had begun to ask questions ["Where are parentals?"], the youth snuffed slightly. The bicoloured hooligan rose to his mutated quads, quietly stepping forward before sitting yet again, the two being a bare foot apart. Still grinning foolishly, he leaned his headpiece even further towards the male. <font color=#EB8000>I'm Ghost.</font> In a flash, Hype's glasses were clamped between the aforementioned pup's jaws, as he sprung tirelessly away. Into  the trees, he went. Literally. The nioti found a grand tree to curl up inside. It might have been two-hundred years old, with the opening just big enough to fit his agile body. Keep in mind that this was no ordinary pendragon. Besides being a "slightly twisted pyromaniac", there was something else: he was biorganic: part pendragon, part machina. This being so, he was absolutely constant. He had no muscles that could tire or ache, only virtually indestructable metal for bones and wires for veins. Nevertheless, he did have a brain. As long as this was still in tact, he could be rebuilt. This also added to his feline grace; Ghost was much more flexable than most, and could crawl side to side with much ease, even go up or down and turn around, no matter how small the space was. Laughing, he called out, <font color=#EB8000>You can't catch me, can you?</font> If one didn't notice the hollow tree glowing with the flame on his tail, chock-full with iron and such, they might think the tree was talking for the hole was so small. In the meantime, he waved fire over a small plant stuck in the earth. Like the previous one, in was engulfed in flames quite easily. After burning brightly for several moments, it died down to nothingness. Shrugging, Ghost simply waited with his head on his paws and shades on his nose.</font>
<font color='#A8A8A8'><table width="300"> <font face="verdana">As Ghost had suddenly introduced himself and drawn closer, the older male had backed up just a touch, one forepaw still raised in the air. He was about to question the nioti on a few things, when he had suddenly snapped forward, snatching his precious galsses, and froliced off towards the tree with them. Hype, of course, had only lost a second in making sense of the situation before springing off after him. The thought to just let him go and return to his peaceful life hadn't even touched his mind, the proud 'dragon could never allow that. The glasses were cheap, but it was the principle. So, leaving the scattered papers behind, he took off, tearing at the ground mercilessly in his pursuit. He tended to spend a good deal of his time in running, and since the boy seemed so young while Hype himself wasn't really that old, he thought he would be able to catch him with hardly any effort. But, as he watched him sprint tirelessly into a tree, Hype began to realize that there was something not quite right about him... besides the funny smell to his tail. A few yards away from the giant, and, Hype noticed, flamable plant, he halted immediatly, body lunging foreward a tad at the sudden stop. As Hype looked up at the boy, he found he had to squint from the sudden sunlight... it had been a long time since he had taken off his shades. But, they were there for a reason, and he needed them back. The way people tended to stare at his eyes always made him a little uneasy.. Â Covering them, however, made deals quick and to the point, which is the way he liked it. As the sound of a laughter-tinged taunt reached his ears, Hype frowned, and called back, "Hey! You little brat, give those back! Or else I'll slice your eyes out and use them for myself!" Hype mentally kicked himself. That was the bets threat he could come up with?! </font></table></font>
<font color='#A8A8A8'><blockquote><blockquote><p align="right"> <font color=#EB8000>OOC</font> Explanation for absence, see: general forum > ».i die <font color=#EB8000>BIC</font> As the hooligan watched the older pendragon start, then leap forward in a vain attempt to catch the robber, it was all he could do to supress another snicker. Didn't they know by now that Ghost was unstoppable. In reality, of course they didn't. The biorganic being had only made an appearence once; today. After being thrown out - or at least, that's what he thought had happened - by his creators from his original "home", he had simply wandered, not needing food nor water. However, he did have a brain that needed companionship. Unfortunatly, such priviledges did not arise as he marched tirelessly, only to come across this place: Ramath-Lehi. It was truely a marvelous world. Huddled up inside the hollow tree, he called laughingly out to Hype, <font color=#EB8000>Aww! Hee. Although I'd like my eyes to stay where they are, you can't have your glasses back until you . . .</font> He paused. What was he going to tell this other to do? Suddenly, it dawned on him: the perfect plan. <font color=#EB8000>Dance like a constapated chicken with tomatoes shoved up its armpits and marker board cleaner sprayed in its eyes.</font> He snickered. He would not miss this. Malevolantly, he waved the glasses just outside the hole, before bringing them back in sharply. <font color=#EB8000>Well, I'm waiting Chicken Butt.</font> . . . Granted, perhaps this wasn't the best way to make friends.</font>
