Ra'Keth: An Eckolonian Lost
Mar 12, 2004 0:06:23 GMT
Post by Alykoth on Mar 12, 2004 0:06:23 GMT
((OOC: I know the last we heard of Ra'keth was around the tournament, which was a while ago, but I'll try to keep this thread up to date with the current events of Eden.))
Ra'Keth opened his eyes, rubbing the crusted bits of sleep from his ducts.
His back hurt. Alot.
He raised his head, but immeditly lay it back down, due to the throbbing headache which had so nicely woken up the same time as he. Looking around his apartment, he figured out why exactly he was in this much pain. Everything was upside down, and the room reeked of death. Or, maybe it was alcohol. Or both.
Whatever, he wasn't concerend with that right now. He was concerend with getting up and getting out of his home.
Ra'keth walked into the bathroom, running his hand through his hair. He stood infront of the sink, looking into the mirror.
It was then, that he realized how much like a human he had become. He ate like them, looked like one, acted like one, and lived like one. It wasn't really a bad thing, just a shock. Compared to Alykoth, he was just as human as that Captian Generica.
Alykoth. He remembered the titanic Eckolon. He hadn't forgot about him since they met, it wasn't very easy. He fully embodied their race.
He was strong, he was smart. He was cold and ruthless; never clouded by simple things like emotions or material objects. He was the Guardian, The Hate, The Seed. Those were some of the nicknames the Eckolonian race had for the evil part of the Neveruhn.
The Eckolonians had a prophecy that one day, the two parts of the Neveruhn would unite and crush the enimes of their race.
The Neveruhn was created at the same time as Grytoth; the planet of the Eckolon. Neveruhn was the guardian of the planet and it's people, he was the perfect fighter and the perfect leader. But, he was not as perfect as he seemed. Neveruhn was very nearly two different guardians inside. One part was evil. Cunning and merciless(sp..), cold and anrgy. But evil's flaw was quickness to anger and hate, which was his ultimate downfall. The other part, good. Caring and compassionate, rightgeous and full of zeal. But good's flaw was his trust, which was his ultimate downfall.
Ra'keth snapped out of his day-dream trance to the ring of his telephone. He walked into his bedroom and picked up the reciever.
Hello? He said, still half asleep.
There was heavy breathing from the other end of the line.
Hello?? Hey, if this is some kid-- Ra'keth was cut off in mid sentance.
If you're chicken, we can call off the bet... No shame.. The voice chuckled deeply.
Suddenly, Ra'keth knew who this was.
No way. I can get you what you need. Infact, I can get it today. Meet me at the red tanker in the docklands. 8:30 tonight, sharp.
That's what I like to hear... I guess we both get what we want. See you tonight.
*Click*
Idiot! Ra'keth yelled to himself as he slammed the phone down into the cradle.
There's no way in hell I can get his goods by 8... oh well, I guess I'll have to work fast. He walked toward the door of his apartment. He opened up the coat closet and reached into the back, pulling out his sword; wrapped tightly in a dark blue coth.
Ra'keth opened his door and stepped through the arch, letting it close behind him. He looked down at the handle and squinted. Hearing the familiar clicking sound of the deatbolts, he walked to the elevator and pressed the down button.
After a few seconds, the doors binged and slid open, letting Ra'keth step inside. The doors closed and the box hissed as it started it's decent.
Ra'Keth opened his eyes, rubbing the crusted bits of sleep from his ducts.
His back hurt. Alot.
He raised his head, but immeditly lay it back down, due to the throbbing headache which had so nicely woken up the same time as he. Looking around his apartment, he figured out why exactly he was in this much pain. Everything was upside down, and the room reeked of death. Or, maybe it was alcohol. Or both.
Whatever, he wasn't concerend with that right now. He was concerend with getting up and getting out of his home.
Ra'keth walked into the bathroom, running his hand through his hair. He stood infront of the sink, looking into the mirror.
It was then, that he realized how much like a human he had become. He ate like them, looked like one, acted like one, and lived like one. It wasn't really a bad thing, just a shock. Compared to Alykoth, he was just as human as that Captian Generica.
Alykoth. He remembered the titanic Eckolon. He hadn't forgot about him since they met, it wasn't very easy. He fully embodied their race.
He was strong, he was smart. He was cold and ruthless; never clouded by simple things like emotions or material objects. He was the Guardian, The Hate, The Seed. Those were some of the nicknames the Eckolonian race had for the evil part of the Neveruhn.
The Eckolonians had a prophecy that one day, the two parts of the Neveruhn would unite and crush the enimes of their race.
The Neveruhn was created at the same time as Grytoth; the planet of the Eckolon. Neveruhn was the guardian of the planet and it's people, he was the perfect fighter and the perfect leader. But, he was not as perfect as he seemed. Neveruhn was very nearly two different guardians inside. One part was evil. Cunning and merciless(sp..), cold and anrgy. But evil's flaw was quickness to anger and hate, which was his ultimate downfall. The other part, good. Caring and compassionate, rightgeous and full of zeal. But good's flaw was his trust, which was his ultimate downfall.
Ra'keth snapped out of his day-dream trance to the ring of his telephone. He walked into his bedroom and picked up the reciever.
Hello? He said, still half asleep.
There was heavy breathing from the other end of the line.
Hello?? Hey, if this is some kid-- Ra'keth was cut off in mid sentance.
If you're chicken, we can call off the bet... No shame.. The voice chuckled deeply.
Suddenly, Ra'keth knew who this was.
No way. I can get you what you need. Infact, I can get it today. Meet me at the red tanker in the docklands. 8:30 tonight, sharp.
That's what I like to hear... I guess we both get what we want. See you tonight.
*Click*
Idiot! Ra'keth yelled to himself as he slammed the phone down into the cradle.
There's no way in hell I can get his goods by 8... oh well, I guess I'll have to work fast. He walked toward the door of his apartment. He opened up the coat closet and reached into the back, pulling out his sword; wrapped tightly in a dark blue coth.
Ra'keth opened his door and stepped through the arch, letting it close behind him. He looked down at the handle and squinted. Hearing the familiar clicking sound of the deatbolts, he walked to the elevator and pressed the down button.
After a few seconds, the doors binged and slid open, letting Ra'keth step inside. The doors closed and the box hissed as it started it's decent.