Post by Lord Vader on Mar 14, 2007 9:48:12 GMT -5
Bermuda, 3:14 PM
A bright, beautiful, brilliant sun sat high in the sky as it bathed the beautiful island of Bermuda with its light. Cruise ships slowly lumbered in and out of the ports as vacationers and locals alike relaxed on the pink sands of the island paradise. Above head, white clouds gently floated along as a variety of birds darted this way and that, scooping up tiny fish in their bills to make a nice afternoon snack.
In the cool blue water off the island coast, however, a mighty fish made his way towards land. A mutation, this lesser kaiju had heard the splashing of the swimmers from miles away and was now banking on a quick and easy meal. Gliding over the reefs, all anyone could see of this coming threat was a set of tiny fins that barely broke the surface.
Not even a shark, the predator was some kind of mutated bass. Hideous and ugly, he opened his huge maw and readied himself to charge a quartet of swimmers that were floating beside each other. His muscular tail subtly waved back and forth as he braced himself. He'd done this once before, unsuccessfully, and suffered having a large, though archaic spear rammed into his side. It still hung there, the rope dragging behind it through the cool Bermudian waters.
This was it now. They had their backs to him. All it would take was a quick rush with that muscular tail and he would swallow them in a single bite. Suddely, his primitive mind was on fire with beam as a mighty beak was impaled through his back. The fish's tail writhed about, trying to muscle him off of the beak but it was no use. In no more than a second, he was dragged up out of the water and seconds later being guzzled down the jaws of a mighty bird.
The fish's last thoughts were how this could have happened to him. He remembered his youth in the flash of his eye, dodging the gulls and other seabirds as they ate his brethren whenever he had the chance. Though primitive, his mind was far more advance than his unmutated brethren and he forever held a grudge against the birds. When he was big enough, he would wait as a flock of birds attack a school of fish before rushing upwards and eating as many of them as he could. Now, even at his mighty size, he was the meal of another bird. He died being consumed by the thing he feared above all others.
Aderynrhi soared high into the sky with his catch, chomping down on the fish before guzzling him down. A pair of mighty wings lifted him high into the air as he circled around his primary roost of Bermuda. And what a lovely roost it was. Though it had no mountainous peaks to roost upon, it was far more beautiful and welcoming than only cold, rocky peak.
For the past few months, the mighty seabird had been roosting at the island much to the pleasure of the local inhabitants - after all, a friendly seabird that size was damn good for tourism. Now, however, the winds had shifted and Aderynrhi felt a desire to begin another global flight.
Circling down low, his sleak body skimmed over the waves before rising upwards. At first he released a shrill sqauwk before trumpeting a second, more melodic cry. It wasn't long the song birds of Europe and North America, but it had a harmonious ring to it. If song birds were like flutes, Aderynrhi's cry was long a beautiful horn. It was more distant, echoing, subdued and yet triumphant. He repeated the beautiful cry a second time and looked down to see a vast many on the island waving goodbye before he rose up and flew away.
Rising high above the clouds and increasing his speed to a fullblown Mach 9, Aderynrhi made his way east. It had been over a year since his last global flight and they were always good to refresh his head. He would visit any old friends if they were still alive and probably make new ones. Who knew what other adventures await Aderynrhi as he rose high and higher, leaving beautiful Bermuda far behind him.
A bright, beautiful, brilliant sun sat high in the sky as it bathed the beautiful island of Bermuda with its light. Cruise ships slowly lumbered in and out of the ports as vacationers and locals alike relaxed on the pink sands of the island paradise. Above head, white clouds gently floated along as a variety of birds darted this way and that, scooping up tiny fish in their bills to make a nice afternoon snack.
In the cool blue water off the island coast, however, a mighty fish made his way towards land. A mutation, this lesser kaiju had heard the splashing of the swimmers from miles away and was now banking on a quick and easy meal. Gliding over the reefs, all anyone could see of this coming threat was a set of tiny fins that barely broke the surface.
Not even a shark, the predator was some kind of mutated bass. Hideous and ugly, he opened his huge maw and readied himself to charge a quartet of swimmers that were floating beside each other. His muscular tail subtly waved back and forth as he braced himself. He'd done this once before, unsuccessfully, and suffered having a large, though archaic spear rammed into his side. It still hung there, the rope dragging behind it through the cool Bermudian waters.
This was it now. They had their backs to him. All it would take was a quick rush with that muscular tail and he would swallow them in a single bite. Suddely, his primitive mind was on fire with beam as a mighty beak was impaled through his back. The fish's tail writhed about, trying to muscle him off of the beak but it was no use. In no more than a second, he was dragged up out of the water and seconds later being guzzled down the jaws of a mighty bird.
The fish's last thoughts were how this could have happened to him. He remembered his youth in the flash of his eye, dodging the gulls and other seabirds as they ate his brethren whenever he had the chance. Though primitive, his mind was far more advance than his unmutated brethren and he forever held a grudge against the birds. When he was big enough, he would wait as a flock of birds attack a school of fish before rushing upwards and eating as many of them as he could. Now, even at his mighty size, he was the meal of another bird. He died being consumed by the thing he feared above all others.
Aderynrhi soared high into the sky with his catch, chomping down on the fish before guzzling him down. A pair of mighty wings lifted him high into the air as he circled around his primary roost of Bermuda. And what a lovely roost it was. Though it had no mountainous peaks to roost upon, it was far more beautiful and welcoming than only cold, rocky peak.
For the past few months, the mighty seabird had been roosting at the island much to the pleasure of the local inhabitants - after all, a friendly seabird that size was damn good for tourism. Now, however, the winds had shifted and Aderynrhi felt a desire to begin another global flight.
Circling down low, his sleak body skimmed over the waves before rising upwards. At first he released a shrill sqauwk before trumpeting a second, more melodic cry. It wasn't long the song birds of Europe and North America, but it had a harmonious ring to it. If song birds were like flutes, Aderynrhi's cry was long a beautiful horn. It was more distant, echoing, subdued and yet triumphant. He repeated the beautiful cry a second time and looked down to see a vast many on the island waving goodbye before he rose up and flew away.
Rising high above the clouds and increasing his speed to a fullblown Mach 9, Aderynrhi made his way east. It had been over a year since his last global flight and they were always good to refresh his head. He would visit any old friends if they were still alive and probably make new ones. Who knew what other adventures await Aderynrhi as he rose high and higher, leaving beautiful Bermuda far behind him.