Username:TrickstersName:Cliffe Juse- Pronounced as Cliff HuseGender:MaleShort Story:"Stop right there!" The shout's were drained out by the defining rumble of thunder as lightning grazed across the night sky. Rain plummeted down to earth, with the force of bullet's. A golden colored Sauron raced across a white sand beach, sparks coming from his tail, illuminating the sand and painting it gold as it swayed with his movement's. A bright blue cloth bandanna was pulled over his mouth and nose, as if he were a bandit from the older day's. A laugh escaped from beneath the bandanna as he continued to race across the beach. He had a cloth covered object tucked under his left arm, slightly glowing under it's grease stained sheet. Behind the 'bandit', two other Saurons raced after him, both had wooden clubs that had been polished clean. The chase was coming to a close, as it seemed. The two men were slowly catching up with the younger Sauron, but that all changed withing the snap of a finger and a blink of an eye. Suddenly, a purple furred Sauron appeared. He had a light purple mane, and had a third eye painted on the middle of his forehead. Soon running next to the golden Sauron, he snapped his index finger and thumb on his right paw, and the two where gone in a bright flash of purple smoke. The two men skidded to a stop, white sand getting kicked up in the sudden stop. They stared dumbfounded at the smoke, then at each other.
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A loud banging echoed through an underground club (( Like a secret resort club, with fancy people, fruit bar's ( It sell's fruit drinks and slushiness) and has game's for the gamer's that come to the club)) . It was empty, except for the club's owner who sat in his office, counting they money had gotten earlier that day, occasionally glancing over at the empty pedestal labeled;
The Glowing Emerald Of Orthanix Desrea.The banging continued until the owner finally sighed and swiveled his chair around to face the cleaner's boy that sat at the fruit bar, eating his dinner; Half a toasted ham sandwich and a dill pickle with a medium coke. " Hey kid, go get the door for me, i'll give you a 20." The owner said before taking a battered up wallet out of his brown and white stripped suit pocket, taking a 20 out like he had 'promised'. " Yes sir," The cleaner's boy replied, setting down his coke and hopping off the tall stool where he sat. He rolled up his shirt sleeve's and walked over to his boss, taking the 20 and putting it safely in his back pocket before walking over to the vault like door where the banging was coming from. He grabbed the wheel like handle that was molded into the center of the door ((
Here's an example )) and turned it clockwise. The two men that had been standing in the pouring rain flung the door open, hitting the boy in the face and knocking him out. They raced past the empty tables, across the polished floor, and to there boss who was now standing up, waiting for the two. "Did you get him?" There boss asked in a low growl, ignoring that they had knocked out his cleaner boy. Rain poured down outside, water and sand leaking down the steps from the open door. "Sorry sir, we were on him," The tallest started, "But then another appeared at his side, then they vanished!" The second, and the shortest one, replied with an accent that was mixed between Jersey and New York. "Curses," There boss mumbled under his breath, crossing his arms firmly across his chest and pulling his lip into a snarl. "bring me my staff, and don't hesitate to get my bag, i wont be needing it." he finished firmly.
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Rain bated against the dusty windows of a steel building. The dome like shape of it made water bounce off and go flying in all sort's of directions. Light's glowed brightly from inside the dome, they were a gold'ish orange color, but it was enough light to send forest animals running the other way as the light went into there line of vision. Inside was peaceful, a small fire was lit in a stone fire place which warmed the whole house. A dark red couch was off to the right of the fire place, and another room to the left. The house was so large in the inside, compared to the outside: There was tunnels leading to underground rooms, Ladders leading to upper floors that went on and on. On the couch lay two small Sarouns, one a bright green, and the other a medium black. They slept side by side, and where obviously children of the age of about 6-8. Suddenly, a softly colored lilac mist appeared in the doorway which lead to the 'living room' like area. The purple Sauron appeared in the smoke, shortly followed by the golden one from before. "That is the last time i am going to help you Cliffe." The purple snarled, walking over to a silver ladder and placing a paw on it's rim. He looked up into the black space above, putting his left paw up to the side of his mouth to increase his voice's volume. "Guy! Were back, and we retrieved the stolen Gem!" There was a loud commotion above them. It sounded as though someone had rolled off the top of a bunk bed. "Give it here then!" A black furred Sauron popped his head into view at the top of the metal ladder.
*Is the story getting to long? ; o ; Tell me please and i will come to a stopping point!
Story characters:
- Twin Guard Saurons →
Not real, No owners
- Boss man Sauron →
Not real, No owner
- 'Cleaner Boy' Sauron → © Gallinaceous Belongs to Tricksters
- 'The Bandit' Saroun →
No Current owner, Being judged
- '3 Eyed' Sauron → © Neat, Belong's to tricksters
- Child '1' Green → © Gal, Belongs to Tricksters
- Child '2' Medium black → © Alamandra, Belongs to Tricksters
- Guy → © Guy, belongs to Tricksters
Wip~ (( ; D ; SO BEAUTIFUL! I love the design!))
(( A little question before i do anything: May we add extra's? ouo i would love to know!))