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| trial and error chap1 Posted by: Uks Silvercast at 01-05-2014 13:15 PM, Last Modified 01-12-2014 22:43 PM |
Here we are in 2029 a short time after an attempt at biological warfare from an unknown sorce having decided a strange virus secretly injected into a batch of flu shot syrum would be a great way to end their enemys. Well it worked but only because now every fur that was givin the flu shot was now some kind of rabid thoughtless rage fueled rott monster. at first it wasnt so bad most where put out swiftly but as more of them sucummed to the horrid virus and began bitting on others it quickly got out of hand.
Here we find a young man by the name of Uks Silvercast A half Dragon half Husky hybrid with Dark blue fur covering most of his body though his waist, underarms, inner thighs and the underside of his tail are bare of fur and covered with black draconic scales. The scales cover all of his form but are mainly visable at these key points of his body. Obsidian horns atop his head along with his black hair highlighted with Dark blue. His silver eyes glint and shine in direct light when they are otherwise glare free little light reflected off them helping him remain consealed in the dark.
Uks was exploreing an old farm shop in Delawenk a small town well off the beaten path. the young man was enjoying a rather calm day sipping a cool drink of water as he looked at his haul of seeds he had gathered; seeds being small and light weight he decided they would be a great source of food some day when he found himself a decent place to settle down.
Slowly working his way along the streets he came across a flat black 1993 Denzda rx7 (see the Mazda rx7 for a referance) an odd accurance because these cars where something of a relic now days and his dream car. He was dumb founded and giddy as he drew his paw along the side of the vehicle nearly purring as he walked around it before walking up to the driverside and poped the door open thanking what ever may reside within the clouds it wasnt full of a rotted old starved body or worse.
Going through the car Uks sighed.. " of course " he thought " who would leave the keys inside a car like this" stepping from the car he went on, a large backpack on his back and 2 medium sized duffle bags one in each paw before stopping suddenly as his blood ran cold. There in the middle of the street he was walking down, was a massive zombie possibly a bull or bear he was unsure with its back to uks he sighed in relief for it had not noticed him yet. Slowly backing away he bumped into a second smaller but not by much zombie this one was without a doubt a bull.
Uks swung around quickly as the vile monstrosity looked down at him before roaring out, spewing its filth ridden muzzles contents all over uks' face as its arms quickly began closing around his form. Dropping to his knees uks narrowly missed getting the deadly hug as he jumped out of the way pulling a small knife from his pocket he growled lowly as he stood up swiftly smashing the blade clear through the bulls jaw with enough force that the rotted flesh around the bulls neck was unable to handle the force of the attack as the bulls skull was ripped clean from its shoulders the blade breaking as uks pulled his arm free the bulls head bounceing against the ground sounding alot like a large ripe watermelon.
Sadly the bulls roar alerted a number of other zombies around him as they began streaming from the few stores within the town. Uks now well aware how bad the situation just became he grabed his bags and took off to the nearest building droping a new type of baby toy he had found in a mall some time back it flashed and whistled violently Distracting the zombies as he fled in the opposite direction of the awkward toy, into a two story building of some sort as he beat a hastey retreat his boots clomping along the floor of the building he dipped into.
He stopped for a moment allowing his eyes time to adjust to the lack of light as they darted around looking for a way of escape the toy would only work for a moment if it worked at all with it being still light outside though it was getting dark. running up a flight of stairs he triped over a body on the floor hearing the very distinct sound of keys jingling. he quickly frisked the body finding the keys and stuffing them into his pocket before running into a relativly dark room where he quickly ensursed he would be alone as he shut the door locked it and pushed as much stuff against it as he could.
With night approaching he would be able to slip out unnoticed thanks to his dark color. the zombies have a very poor sense of smell thanks to the rotting membranes within their head clotting up most of the zombies noses. their eyesight wasnt much diffrent then it was before they turned but due to uks' dark color. He was more or less invisible to them, he was capable of sneaking around at night thanks to his eyes. they drew light into them giving him excelent night vision.
Uks slowly pulled the keys from his pocket and looked down at them the noise from throwing these would distract them easily since they rely on hearing at night more then sight which seamed to have become rediculously sensative. Looking more closely to the main key he nearly had a heart attack staring at the Denzda logo. "i wonder if these keys are to it" he thought before looking out the window the car wasnt far from the shop he had taken refuge in.
Smileing to himself he decided to hang tight for the night as he used a lighter from his backpack to look around better. making his way around the room tward the door most of the stuff in this room seemed to have been here for ages his eyes darting around to old books and novalty items like signed baseballs from some furs past. looking over to the door to see if it would hold Slightly Suprised. the door seemed to be an old vault door with multiple huge locks attatched to it. deciding to lock the door he smiled to himself knowing the door would easily hold the monsterous bastards at bay if they somehow discovered he was there.
Moving away from the door Uks found himself looking at a massive black trunk. It looked like a treasure chest with its gold trim wrapped about it. Uks being half dragon an old primal urge that followed all dragons flared into life he had to have the treasure his hoard needed to be bigger. opening the chest he sighed but was utterly greatful it wasnt full of shiney gold and so on. it had a number of old moth eaten clothes and a rather odd black case with a sharp silver linning around where it opened his curiosity peaked he pulled the strange case from its hidding space and sighed lightly it wasnt heavy but it was pretty wide.
Flipping the snaps the case clicked lightly as he slowly opened it. Inside the case was a thick velvet black cover over the entire item the slip rope that was used to close the cover around the object was silver. Uks was starting to get a great feel for the old owner of this item as he opened the cover he whistled lightly as he pulled on a black handle with thin silver lines trailing through it like smoke. Pulling the velvety sheath from its hidden secret he came across a handle with a fist guard and then another he was panting something about this piece of equipment was raising his adrenalin as he removed the rest of the cover from it he realised it was an axe but not just an axe it was a battle axe from long distant war. Uks grabed the weapon and nearly droped it as it gave him an awkward shock about his paws causing the fur on the back of his neck to stand on end.
He slowly swung the weapon and smiled with murderous glee the axe was obviously well made it took considerable skill to inlay silver into the onix colored wooden handle and make it look like a thin layer of smoke. He could feel it was a weapon of death simply holding it. As uks swung the axe harder it hummed through the air as it cleaved effortlessly through imaginary enemys uks eyes following the blade noting how light and versitile it felt. Uks had always loved axes ever since the days him and his father would go and cut down trees to chop up for firewood. He was in no way an amature in how to swing one but this weapon felt like it was swinging itself. it was light but not to light. The handle was sturdy and well polished and counting the head of the axe at least shoulder hieght if he placed the head of the axe on the ground at his feet.
Uks knew as soon as he grabed it he had found a great peice of art but more then that his weapon of choice and soon to be his best find ever. Slowly checking the rest of the case he found an old book possibly a journal regarding the axes history and who once owned it.
_______________________________Property_of_Aszmodious_Silversmith__________________________________________
Journal Entry #1
June 28, 1729.
Finally my 19th birthday is here and father is taking me down to the shop to have my Blacksmithing aprenticship begin. I feel that maybe oneday someone will be able to enjoy reading about my life as i lived and how i enjoyed or hated it. Father laughed at me when i told him i planned on writting about my life in this little book from the start of my 19th Birthday onward. But he is proud of my ocupational choice and so im happy with how he sees me.
Moving along i was greeted by my father sometime around mid day stating it was time i got my job working for our towns blacksmith Tredon Osilen. The old grey drake was well into his life he was however very healthy. Father asked me when i was 15 what i would like to do when i was of age and i told him i wished to be a blacksmith. When father heard that he smiled a blacksmith in the family would help with his need for horseshoes and nails. So while i continued to mature under my fathers wing i worked hard reading old books on how to work metal into fine farm equipment.
I was excited i had butterflys in my stomach and my body felt light as i bounced into the Blacksmiths shop. Tredon looked up from his anvil and sighed as he placed his heavy mallet down and placed the cooling iron rod back into the kiln allowing it to reheat as he wiped his paw and shook my fathers firmly." So this is the young welp you have been talking to me about he is abit small isnt he? Probably couldnt even lift the Smiths hammer let alone swing it to any effect" Tredon looked at me a slight frown on his face. " Indeed this is my son is Small but this is the job he chose so i ask you to still take him on as your apprentice." father replyed solidly.
I smiled up at him. i was indeed rather small where my family was concerned a mear 6 Feet 1 inch tall and only barely 150 pounds in wieght. where as my father,mother,and two older brothers towered over me at 8 feet 5 inches and 370 pounds of shear brute force. i was well awear of my status i was the runt of the clutch and the color of my scales where a deep hollow black with smokelike silvery trails throughout them.
As my father and Tredon exchanged words i walked around getting to know the bits and pieces throughout the shop my hands tracing over the tools needed to do my job effectivly as i griped a large wood axe that was in for repair it was heavy but it wasnt rediculously so. As I replaced the axe i walked over to the Smithing anvil and griped the handle of the hammer Tredon was just recently using. It was exceedingly heavy i barely managed to lift it before letting it clang back down onto the anvil. Tredon laughed softly as he patted my back. " worry not young man come back tommorrow and we will begin your training" he said. I looked up at him and nodded tomorrow was the start of the rest of my life " Thank you sir i promis i will not Disappoint you".
End of Day 1
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Smileing to himself Uks was enthralled the owner/maker of this axe was his hieght and shared his birthday. Uks was small aswell his family was tall from both sides aswell so he felt a deep connection with this young man. As Uks placed the book into his pack he smiled softly at the axe he felt it was a shame to place the axe back into the case something about the weapon was screaming at him telling him it was hungry but for what he was unsure.
So lying the axe down next to himself he settled down for a nights rest and an early morning as he shut his eyes to what was sure to be the start of something new and entertaining. The only sounds around him where that of shuffling feet of rotted furs outside the door which he really didnt seem to fear as much any longer....... |
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