Thread: In Time, All Things Are Possible (Rave & darkangel76)

The engines roared louder and louder as the men drove closer to the ship's wreck, and grins formed along all their faces when the ship's patterns began to clear. Oh this was not a regular merchant ship, nor was it a pirate ship like their own. The intricate details, the markings, the metal, all of those things came from one place alone, and that was the inner sanctum. We've hit it big boys! One man yelled out, and the rest burst into laughter. Only one kept his composure, only one remained with a grimace on his face and a heart beating slightly faster than the rest. Accalon was not concerned with money, nor was he interested in the metals of the ship. Such desires...they faded way with adolesence, they faded away when he met him ... His goals would never be revealed, not yet. Nor could he be distracted by them right now, and in another engine roar he sped ahead of his men until they finally made their way to the crash site. It was a massacre, with bodies flung all over the ground and blood staining every piece of metal that they could lay their eyes on. Only one thing stuck out, the only remanant of life...a single voice. A soft voice...crying out for help. Accalon raised a hand to halt his men's speed and motion for them to proceed with caution as they made their way around the ship and finally saw the figure that stood there, yelling at them. Capt'n! We've got ourselves a live one! It's a li'l prin-sess. The men burst in crude laughter as their bikes, hovering off of the ground, surrounded her, circled her slowly like predator stalking it's prey. They waited and listened to all of her cries, examined all of her clothes, with silence in response to all her questions. One of the men rode up to the side of Accalon and leaned in to whisper in his ear. Capt'n...Quentin is that rich family from Inner Sanctum...ya'know, they be on the radios all the time...she'd fetch a mighty price to the right buyer. The man grinned and Accalon looked at him for a moment, before swatting him away with one hand to shoo him from his side. Suddenly Accalon stepped off of his bike and let it and onto the ground, his feet thumping down on the ground. He stood up, and only then could she really tell how tall he was...how different he was. As he made his way towards her, she could see everything about him. His skin was scaley, and dark leaf green. His finger nails were extended and long, much like claws. Fangs beared over his lower lip lightly, a long, spiked green tail swayed behind him from side to side, and a pair of horns pretruded from his skull and curved backwards. The man looked more human than animal, a mixed breed...a mutt...as all the filthy nobles called him. He made his way to her and circled her himself, leaning down lightly to sniff at her and catch her scent. Ah, the smell of lavender and oil. She was not of this planet...and the man's words were all but confirmed. You've wandered far from home, little princess. He flashed her a grin and his hand extended forward, his nails retracting so he could grasp her suddenly by her chin and yank her gaze upwards towards him. His eyes were a golden yellow, his pupils thin and cat like, his fangs sharp and visible when he flashed her a grin. M'fraid your Hal isn't gonna be seein you for some time...now you best behave before we send you to him in tiny little bruised, fucked, raped, stabbed pieces. His grin was all but wicked, and his crude and vulgar nature revealed. Just then he grabbed her by her hair and tossed her effortlessly to one of his men before he made his way back to his bike and turned it on, roaring the engine viciously before turning around and having the bike hover off the ground once more. You, tie the bitch princess up, the rest of you salvage what you can and kill ANYONE who comes within a five mile radius. If a fucking fly hovers by, you end it. The men nodded and the one holding the girl grabbed rope from his bike and threw the girl on the ground. Once there, he hog tied her and made sure the rope was rather tight on her wrist and ankles. Only then did he pick her up and throw her onto the back of Accalon's bike, and the scaled man took off back towards the ship. Once there, it only took seconds for the men to swarm out of the ship and surround him, grabbing the girl from the back of his bike and dragging her into the ship. No doubt under orders to see the other half the led this ship, to see the man that changed Accalon and molded him. To meet Icarus.