I supose I'm supost' to post this post here... post humorisly. post..post.
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In a secluded home, far in the mountains, a young man standing six feet two inches, with long dark brown hair and fierce yet warm dark brown eyes sits lazily about his abode. Surrounded by no less then twenty cats, his mothers joy in life-whether from a loveless marriage and divorce or societies hatred for a single mother it is unknown-she cared for them all equally. This young man a victim of his fathers anger and childishness never truly grew to trust men, nor people in general. If there was trouble at school, he was somewhere in the center, usually a victim then as well. If there was trouble outside of school in the therapy sessions, he was center of the attention, negative or confused as it was. There was no peace for this sad young man, except at home; surrounded by cats, who he grew to love and learn from. Cats where independent, never needed anyone, yet enjoyed company and lavished in the finer points of life. There was no hate or suffering in a cats world, thus young PauL grew to empathize with, and understand them.
Already labeled a freak in his school, a diagnosis from a psychologist did him no justice either. He was an outcast, shunned for being an unsocial misunderstood innocent child; unable to comprehend the world around him that so hated the strange and different. It did not help that his sexuality was of both sides, yet people only saw the homosexual, the depressed, insane, monster that he had grown to twist into. Defense mechanisms never worked, they only drove him further and further from humanity. Thus PauLs time was spent well within the conservation field, an appreciation for nature and its solitude made him not only a severely determined young man, but one whose fierce eyes now watched over all animal kind. He gained some fame, in conservation circles for his efforts to found the World India Tiger Reserve, and increase poaching penalty finds to life and multi thousand dollar fines. The young man who was so silent in life, now had a roar of commitment to the Big Cats and other animals he so grew to understand. This voice however, was not taken without challenge.
Many poaching rings fell in Malaysia, Australia, and Europe before he set his sizeable reputation of the largest of all poaching rings- in Africa. This is where the last was seen publicly of PauL. The leading poaching ring was one of brutal tactics and vast funding from unknown sources; they did not take kindly to PauLs many attempts to discover their base of operations. While searching in the field PauL was captured and kidnapped, taken to the very lair he tried so hard to find. Like so many other bullies the poachers who resided in greater numbers flaunted their victory, calling him a Messiah of the Animals. Their sense of cruelty toward animals was never withheld when dealing with humans. PauL was taken before their leader, a man by the name of Gun Rack who spit in his face and spoke of a Heros foolish dream to try and stop the greed of the world. Blatantly blaming society for his deeds, because there was always demand, and he was the supply. PauLs eyes, once fierce, blazed with hatred, yet he spoke only a few words, Kill to live, never live to kill. The law of the jungle. Outraged by his defiance, Gun Rack ordered him tortured.
A number of sick minds can do horrid things to a captive audience. Smeared in the blood and the refuse of slain animals, hung in the slaughterhouse for hours, wrapped in barbed wire and freshly skinned Cheetahs there was no limit to their imaginations. They placed bloodied claws into his flesh, and set upon him with whips and needles. They racked him, and threw knifes at his sprawled body, target practice, that sometimes missed sometimes. They Drug him through dirt and briars on their four wheelers, feed him raw meat, and only allowed him drinks of water form the bladders of dead elephants. For six days their fantasies where played out upon the helpless and outnumbered young man. Yet his eyes never faded, and before his tongue was diced, he spoke the same words, Kill to live, never live to kill. They battered him with clubs, broke many bones, and turned each finger backwards. They dangled him from steel wire and dropped him again and again into beds of nails and broken glass. Until finally they could think of no more punishments, except one. On the Seventh day they dug a great pit, eighteen feet deep and teen feet wide, placed inside it a battered beaten, barely alive bloody PauL and set loose a starving crazed Cheetah. Gun Rack himself laughed with glee taunting the broken form of PauL and shouting about being killed by the very thing he tried so hard to protect. The Cheetah was a fine animal, a young female barely two years of age, malnourished and desperate. Her eyes also blazed with hatred beyond words.
The Cheetah closed the distance between PauL and herself at a slow walk, staring into the same brown eyes that mirrored hers. This creature before her was another human, another generic thing who hurt and caused pain, yet she made no move to harm him. Cruelty had dealt both of them blows that would kill, But Fate is not without eyes, and Destiny not without wings. A number of spirits, occupants of the Dream Time watched with silence and great patience, for their task this day was of mercy and knighthood. The Cheetahs spirit a being of the Dream Time, spoke to PauLs. Words she shared from all voices, adrift in the nothingness the blind poachers did not see. man who is as man before, you see with eyes so clouded and hurt. Yet so clear and sharp with will. You have protected much, and saved many, yet your road does not end this day, your struggle cannot end this mile you have many paths yet to walk, many paths you must walk. Save them, save them all. Her name was Sunrunner, and his PauL but on that day. PauL reached with bloodied, arms taking the slim form in an embrace Infused with the genetic makeup of ages, they combined; in spirit and body they became one.
A brilliant flash of light, drowned by the chant of ancient spirit and young spirit, PauL and Sunrunner ceased to be. Now from the ash of lives stood a great beast, a champion, a walker of the Dream Time. Eight feet seven inches of feral fury and blazing ferocity, armed with the speed of lightning, and claws stronger then hate, rose to roar in sorrow for the sacrifice of two to become one. Shocked and awed by the unforeseen miracle, the poachers witnessed the birth of vengeance in one body. The voices grew silent, fading back to the realm of dreams, and Cheetahs eyes opened. No longer a calm brown, but pure white sorrowful revenge. Their breath leaving them, the poachers could not scream and the Cheetah was upon them.
Gun Rack was the last to fall, escaping as cowards in power do at the quickest opportunity, he jumped into his loaded down jeep ripe with carcasses and ivory, to try and escape the horror he had summoned. His greed caused is down fall, for a jeep so loaded with riches could not navigate the harsh lands of Africa. The jeep stalled in a pit of mud, merely two feet deep. Terrified Gun Rack jumped from his vehicle and reached for a rifle, the growls of lions, hyenas, and the cries of vultures tormented him as his run in blind fear led him into the night. Feeling cornered, he stopped in the dark thick brush, squinting into the unforgiving darkness, he heard a growl and fired his full chamber into the night. Narrowly slaying a lion prowling for his panicked heartbeat, sighing with relief, thinking his escape genuine he did not hear the footsteps in tall grass. Ceasing all breath he turned in witness to two pale moons, lurching toward him, a growling voice, repeating with endless spite Kill to live, never live to Kill. And then his life was no more.
The days passed, and police arrived on the scene, discovering the hidden tents, and mounds mounds of bodies. Half eaten, feasted upon by the owners of the harsh landscape. Their price paid back in blood. The entire ring was destroyed that day, and no poaching ring further has yet dared try to pick up the slack. Rumors began of a great Cheetah spirit that roamed the plains, hunting all who dared kill for sport or simple pleasure. Tourism increased, yet camera replaced gun. Some prayed to this spirit, others cursed it... in whispers where none could hear. Fear turned to legend. And legend into Myth. Some days after the massacre, all poaching dropped in rate by ninety eight percent world wide. Whispers of a demon in spotted form, with eyes blazing white, stealing the lives of men who killed for greed grew. Bedtime stories of a savior to all animals and friend to all children who believed grew also. And for a while it was good.
But trouble never rests, and Fate is not without eyes. Destiny without wings. An invasion of merciless proportions stuck the world as an Alien race known as the Ritiki tainted the world anew. They murdered and killed many, and where there was death, so was their retribution. All across the world people fought them, and once again a great spirit rose from the dry grass of the untamed lands to strike back with claws and fury. Ships where destroyed, forces where decimated, the surge was held back. Clawed upon the ships hulls, with scratches of blood and terror, Aliens wrote in their native langue before their death throws, Never live to Kill. As warning or pleas for mercy, it is never known. But their horde was lessened, and they retreated to a city little known. Paragon. A city where crime and murder raised, gangs cruelly robbed and slayed with abandon. Souls where trapped and spirits where tortured. The Dream World took notice, and unleashed their champions. Appearing in Paragon, with eyes ablaze in white, the Unbroken Spirit known only as Cheetah offered his aid.
Scandal and distrust ran rampant with a Hero who used claws and fought with such ferocity. Lawsuits where enacted, and people grew afraid, public opinion was distasteful, and Cheetah once again faced the oddity that was Man. Course cases were brought to full trial, and he was thought lost. Yet there where defenders, people willing to look beyond his spotted appearance and see the heart that was molded in sorrow, and try to accept the purring predator with a roaring rage. Tests where hardened, and the rules for heros where changed, slightly. A large supporter, Mynx, vouched for anyone regardless of species who wished to help. And public disapproval lessened. Cheetah was allowed to do what he was sent to. Public opinion grew rapidly, and only a few short months, the name Cheetah was said in hope. Desperate to understand those he protected, living by the words of Sunrunner Save them all. He tried his best to enact the law he survived by Kill to live, never live to Kill. Other heroes where glad to try and teach him. Language was introduced, and expanded upon, though his throat was unable to handle much of it. Ever still he remained a strange, if not welcome, oddity.
Then from the blue, a flying wonder took notice of the newspapers and sought out this Monster Hero. She greeted him with purrs of her own, and understanding. Not intimidated in the least by his reputation she looked beyond it and invited him into her group of Heroes. He agreed and his publicity grew thousand fold. Trials and tests awaited him but the months pasted and his popularity grew. The spirits deemed him worthy of another honor, the Wakened Dream Walkers Form, and forged his soul in iron, protected from the evils surrounding him. Further still he gained trust from the world of science and was forged into a metallic suit for protection for the technology of Man. There is still so much to write, and so many paths yet to be taken, but Fate it not without eyes, and Destiny is not without wings. Thus from the Wilds emerged
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1: ever notice how post sound funny?
2: what the word?
1: yeah if you say it enough?
2: post,post,post,post,post,post,post.
1: post,post,post,post,post,post,post.
2: no.
1: .......
Posted
Cheetah, you're a poet. I'm privileged to have you sharing the server with me.
Posted
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Cheetah, you're a poet. I'm privileged to have you sharing the server with me.
[/ QUOTE ]
Agreed. Clearly a lot of effort and a lot of feeling went into that story, and I'm glad to have read it.
I supose I'm supost' to post this post here... post humorisly. post..post.
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In a secluded home, far in the mountains, a young man standing six feet two inches, with long dark brown hair and fierce yet warm dark brown eyes sits lazily about his abode. Surrounded by no less then twenty cats, his mothers joy in life-whether from a loveless marriage and divorce or societies hatred for a single mother it is unknown-she cared for them all equally. This young man a victim of his fathers anger and childishness never truly grew to trust men, nor people in general. If there was trouble at school, he was somewhere in the center, usually a victim then as well. If there was trouble outside of school in the therapy sessions, he was center of the attention, negative or confused as it was. There was no peace for this sad young man, except at home; surrounded by cats, who he grew to love and learn from. Cats where independent, never needed anyone, yet enjoyed company and lavished in the finer points of life. There was no hate or suffering in a cats world, thus young PauL grew to empathize with, and understand them.
Already labeled a freak in his school, a diagnosis from a psychologist did him no justice either. He was an outcast, shunned for being an unsocial misunderstood innocent child; unable to comprehend the world around him that so hated the strange and different. It did not help that his sexuality was of both sides, yet people only saw the homosexual, the depressed, insane, monster that he had grown to twist into. Defense mechanisms never worked, they only drove him further and further from humanity. Thus PauLs time was spent well within the conservation field, an appreciation for nature and its solitude made him not only a severely determined young man, but one whose fierce eyes now watched over all animal kind. He gained some fame, in conservation circles for his efforts to found the World India Tiger Reserve, and increase poaching penalty finds to life and multi thousand dollar fines. The young man who was so silent in life, now had a roar of commitment to the Big Cats and other animals he so grew to understand. This voice however, was not taken without challenge.
Many poaching rings fell in Malaysia, Australia, and Europe before he set his sizeable reputation of the largest of all poaching rings- in Africa. This is where the last was seen publicly of PauL. The leading poaching ring was one of brutal tactics and vast funding from unknown sources; they did not take kindly to PauLs many attempts to discover their base of operations. While searching in the field PauL was captured and kidnapped, taken to the very lair he tried so hard to find. Like so many other bullies the poachers who resided in greater numbers flaunted their victory, calling him a Messiah of the Animals. Their sense of cruelty toward animals was never withheld when dealing with humans. PauL was taken before their leader, a man by the name of Gun Rack who spit in his face and spoke of a Heros foolish dream to try and stop the greed of the world. Blatantly blaming society for his deeds, because there was always demand, and he was the supply. PauLs eyes, once fierce, blazed with hatred, yet he spoke only a few words, Kill to live, never live to kill. The law of the jungle. Outraged by his defiance, Gun Rack ordered him tortured.
A number of sick minds can do horrid things to a captive audience. Smeared in the blood and the refuse of slain animals, hung in the slaughterhouse for hours, wrapped in barbed wire and freshly skinned Cheetahs there was no limit to their imaginations. They placed bloodied claws into his flesh, and set upon him with whips and needles. They racked him, and threw knifes at his sprawled body, target practice, that sometimes missed sometimes. They Drug him through dirt and briars on their four wheelers, feed him raw meat, and only allowed him drinks of water form the bladders of dead elephants. For six days their fantasies where played out upon the helpless and outnumbered young man. Yet his eyes never faded, and before his tongue was diced, he spoke the same words, Kill to live, never live to kill. They battered him with clubs, broke many bones, and turned each finger backwards. They dangled him from steel wire and dropped him again and again into beds of nails and broken glass. Until finally they could think of no more punishments, except one. On the Seventh day they dug a great pit, eighteen feet deep and teen feet wide, placed inside it a battered beaten, barely alive bloody PauL and set loose a starving crazed Cheetah. Gun Rack himself laughed with glee taunting the broken form of PauL and shouting about being killed by the very thing he tried so hard to protect. The Cheetah was a fine animal, a young female barely two years of age, malnourished and desperate. Her eyes also blazed with hatred beyond words.
The Cheetah closed the distance between PauL and herself at a slow walk, staring into the same brown eyes that mirrored hers. This creature before her was another human, another generic thing who hurt and caused pain, yet she made no move to harm him. Cruelty had dealt both of them blows that would kill, But Fate is not without eyes, and Destiny not without wings. A number of spirits, occupants of the Dream Time watched with silence and great patience, for their task this day was of mercy and knighthood. The Cheetahs spirit a being of the Dream Time, spoke to PauLs. Words she shared from all voices, adrift in the nothingness the blind poachers did not see. man who is as man before, you see with eyes so clouded and hurt. Yet so clear and sharp with will. You have protected much, and saved many, yet your road does not end this day, your struggle cannot end this mile you have many paths yet to walk, many paths you must walk. Save them, save them all. Her name was Sunrunner, and his PauL but on that day. PauL reached with bloodied, arms taking the slim form in an embrace Infused with the genetic makeup of ages, they combined; in spirit and body they became one.
A brilliant flash of light, drowned by the chant of ancient spirit and young spirit, PauL and Sunrunner ceased to be. Now from the ash of lives stood a great beast, a champion, a walker of the Dream Time. Eight feet seven inches of feral fury and blazing ferocity, armed with the speed of lightning, and claws stronger then hate, rose to roar in sorrow for the sacrifice of two to become one. Shocked and awed by the unforeseen miracle, the poachers witnessed the birth of vengeance in one body. The voices grew silent, fading back to the realm of dreams, and Cheetahs eyes opened. No longer a calm brown, but pure white sorrowful revenge. Their breath leaving them, the poachers could not scream and the Cheetah was upon them.
Gun Rack was the last to fall, escaping as cowards in power do at the quickest opportunity, he jumped into his loaded down jeep ripe with carcasses and ivory, to try and escape the horror he had summoned. His greed caused is down fall, for a jeep so loaded with riches could not navigate the harsh lands of Africa. The jeep stalled in a pit of mud, merely two feet deep. Terrified Gun Rack jumped from his vehicle and reached for a rifle, the growls of lions, hyenas, and the cries of vultures tormented him as his run in blind fear led him into the night. Feeling cornered, he stopped in the dark thick brush, squinting into the unforgiving darkness, he heard a growl and fired his full chamber into the night. Narrowly slaying a lion prowling for his panicked heartbeat, sighing with relief, thinking his escape genuine he did not hear the footsteps in tall grass. Ceasing all breath he turned in witness to two pale moons, lurching toward him, a growling voice, repeating with endless spite Kill to live, never live to Kill. And then his life was no more.
The days passed, and police arrived on the scene, discovering the hidden tents, and mounds mounds of bodies. Half eaten, feasted upon by the owners of the harsh landscape. Their price paid back in blood. The entire ring was destroyed that day, and no poaching ring further has yet dared try to pick up the slack. Rumors began of a great Cheetah spirit that roamed the plains, hunting all who dared kill for sport or simple pleasure. Tourism increased, yet camera replaced gun. Some prayed to this spirit, others cursed it... in whispers where none could hear. Fear turned to legend. And legend into Myth. Some days after the massacre, all poaching dropped in rate by ninety eight percent world wide. Whispers of a demon in spotted form, with eyes blazing white, stealing the lives of men who killed for greed grew. Bedtime stories of a savior to all animals and friend to all children who believed grew also. And for a while it was good.
But trouble never rests, and Fate is not without eyes. Destiny without wings. An invasion of merciless proportions stuck the world as an Alien race known as the Ritiki tainted the world anew. They murdered and killed many, and where there was death, so was their retribution. All across the world people fought them, and once again a great spirit rose from the dry grass of the untamed lands to strike back with claws and fury. Ships where destroyed, forces where decimated, the surge was held back. Clawed upon the ships hulls, with scratches of blood and terror, Aliens wrote in their native langue before their death throws, Never live to Kill. As warning or pleas for mercy, it is never known. But their horde was lessened, and they retreated to a city little known. Paragon. A city where crime and murder raised, gangs cruelly robbed and slayed with abandon. Souls where trapped and spirits where tortured. The Dream World took notice, and unleashed their champions. Appearing in Paragon, with eyes ablaze in white, the Unbroken Spirit known only as Cheetah offered his aid.
Scandal and distrust ran rampant with a Hero who used claws and fought with such ferocity. Lawsuits where enacted, and people grew afraid, public opinion was distasteful, and Cheetah once again faced the oddity that was Man. Course cases were brought to full trial, and he was thought lost. Yet there where defenders, people willing to look beyond his spotted appearance and see the heart that was molded in sorrow, and try to accept the purring predator with a roaring rage. Tests where hardened, and the rules for heros where changed, slightly. A large supporter, Mynx, vouched for anyone regardless of species who wished to help. And public disapproval lessened. Cheetah was allowed to do what he was sent to. Public opinion grew rapidly, and only a few short months, the name Cheetah was said in hope. Desperate to understand those he protected, living by the words of Sunrunner Save them all. He tried his best to enact the law he survived by Kill to live, never live to Kill. Other heroes where glad to try and teach him. Language was introduced, and expanded upon, though his throat was unable to handle much of it. Ever still he remained a strange, if not welcome, oddity.
Then from the blue, a flying wonder took notice of the newspapers and sought out this Monster Hero. She greeted him with purrs of her own, and understanding. Not intimidated in the least by his reputation she looked beyond it and invited him into her group of Heroes. He agreed and his publicity grew thousand fold. Trials and tests awaited him but the months pasted and his popularity grew. The spirits deemed him worthy of another honor, the Wakened Dream Walkers Form, and forged his soul in iron, protected from the evils surrounding him. Further still he gained trust from the world of science and was forged into a metallic suit for protection for the technology of Man. There is still so much to write, and so many paths yet to be taken, but Fate it not without eyes, and Destiny is not without wings. Thus from the Wilds emerged
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1: ever notice how post sound funny?
2: what the word?
1: yeah if you say it enough?
2: post,post,post,post,post,post,post.
1: post,post,post,post,post,post,post.
2: no.
1: .......