The Muck Pond

[Pie]

*POOF*

Nothing. I could see nothing. I remember echos, of an earlyer life, maby I was a king, it shurly seemed like it, the way people respected me, and the way I was dressed, in these echos of memories. But now, for some reson, I was here. "*cough cough*" I emerged frome the much, with nothing, nothing exept a shirt and pants made of hemp, a far cry frome the memories of silk, linins, and cotton.

A man, 5 foot 9. Resembles, somhow, the pink ones. (a pinkinoyd) exept he was thinner, somhow, more, airodinamic than a pink one, you would say. in his mid 20's, but he dosen't know that. He hardly knows his name. In fact, he dosen't know his name. He is fairly strong, bench 100, squat 150, can run a mile in 3 minuts, his shirt and pants aren't colord, and are loos around the body. He is clean shaven, has dark blond hair, wich is in dire need of a come and a shower, with muck, not much from the pond, but muck frome some other place, the place of his origin, clinging to his body.

[Leo Luncid]

As the unamed humanoid/"pinkinoyd" came out of The Muck Pond, the surface of the Pond again made ripples and waves, but this time they were starting to grow larger and faster. Suddenly, out of the Pond burst what seemed to be an aged iron military helmet, sharpened at it's chin and sphered around the head nicely. One thin horizontal slit appear at where one can see through should he or she is to be wearing the helmet, and where one can only see the darkness within from the outside. Out poured the muck from the slit, and then the helmet came alive, for it seemed to be turning around, as if searching through it's environment. As it did the humanoid could see what seemed to be a neck coming from the bottom of the helmet, or head; the skin of the neck resembled gray stone, though as the head turns around, the stone of the neck seemed to function like human skin. If the humanoid were to examine more closely, he would be able to notice that some kind of metal wiring coming through the small cracks of the neck and into the muck of the Pond, along with the neck as well.

[Fleegle]

(Global statement)
A light rain began to drizzle down as the sky grew darker in dusk.

(For Leo and Pie)

The rain made little indents in the Muck as it fell.
A little mouse ran out from some shrubbery off to the side of the pond. It stopped on the shore in front of the stoney creature, squeaked, then stood up on its hind legs and sniffed the air.
Urdast glided overhead, circling the new creations, but he did not descend, choosing instead to watch from a distance.

[Fleegle]

(For El_Skwidd, Nixit, and Schme)

The leaves parted suddenly and an enormous wildcat bounded into the clearing. The creature towered everyone at a height of 8 feet, its length proportionate to its height. Its colouring was a great swirl of brilliant orange, sleek black, and bright white. Its deep jade eyes seemed to pierce the soul, and the tufts on its ears were long and black. Its long whiskers glistened in the softly falling rain.
It did not growl, but paced about the clearing, a watchful eye on the creatures of the Muck. It made a low "prrrrrr" as it paced about.
Bassus rose up from the dirt and held his hands together. "Felinibis! I knew you would come! Ohhh, my friend, my friend, you must help us. Please!" He ran up to Felinibis and hugged his giant front leg. Felinibis purred and planted his rump on the ground, sending up a great cloud of dust. Jilly coughed as she inhaled a fair portion of it.
Felinibis made a wide yawn, and all could see his razor-sharp fangs.

[Pie]

There it was. It was serching, serching for somthing. somthing, maby life, maby for anything, maby for a sign. Maby He was over analising the situation. He couldn't move.Maby it was serching for prey? Or maby it was just another creature frome the muck. He gained his composure, gatherd the courage to speak, and spoke.
"He-Hello?"

[Leo Luncid]

The helmet-like head turned at the man that made the greeting, it didn't seem to respond, and silence enhanced the environment for a brief moment. The head then moved toward the humanoid, and as it did, more of the creature's appearance finally came into view until it completely emerged off the Muck Pond.

The creature is what seemed to be a construct, mostly made of stone, and the rest metal. It is about 5'10", it's humanoid body is only partly symmetrical due to the flexible grey wiring made of a certain metal appearing out of it's body and into it's body, like human blood vessels, flowing here and there. Other than that it's stone formed like muscles of a decently strong man, with the texture rough as a rock would expect but seem to function like normal human skin. It has no body part to indicate it's gender, but overall it's body seems to resemble somewhat of a man.

The construct has small cracks as openings for it's wire-like vessels visible on his body, legs, arms, and neck in which the water of the muck continue to flow out; the rest of it's surface stone remains unbroken. It's hands has five fingers but seemed to look like a shiny smooth black gauntlet completely made of metal with scales to allow flexibility on it's fingers. On the ends of it's legs appear to be black, smooth and able to shine as well; they look like simple shoes that sharpen down at the front then around where the rest of the creature's foot should be.

The constuct stood tall and unmoving in front of the human, staring down on him with it's one dark slit, occasionally turning it's head so that it could see most of the human.

[Pie]

Fear. That is all he knew. He was so afraid that he couldn't move. Thought none of that feer seept into his aperance. He stood still, But under the loose Hemp garments, was a man, scared to the bone. Gathering up his courage again, taking the time to look around, seing all of the things lying in the muck, the bodie with the flys around it, the tree, horably mangled, the muck itself, and this person in front of him. At least he hopes it is a person.

"Yes?" He said a little more calmly than his first reply.

[Leo Luncid]

The construct again said nothing, it's face always showing no emotion, no sign, and no opinion. He then looked up at the sign that pointed out to the Old Temple, and then began striding to a steady pace towards the stone structure, as if it already loss interest upon the humanoid. His steps were loud enough to surely turn heads to where those steps came from, and the human is able to hear through that sound some kind of grinding against two smooth stones; it seems to come from the the construct's movement as it continues without hesitation.

[Schme]

MushBall did not know who Bassus was talking about, and was becoming a bit confused (although this was not something he would ever admit to himself). He felt he ought to know who this Felinibis was, seeing as Bassus talked of him with such admiration. He was yet more confused when Urdast left so suddenly and without apparent reason. “How odd.” He thought to himself. “I suppose he must be very busy doing godly things.”

The sudden appearance of the massive wildcat was extremely startling to him. After composing himself, MushBall reasoned that Felinibis, the great wildcat that stood before him, must be some great deity, judging from his imposing incarnate form, aswell as Bassus’s revenrence of him.

“Greetings!” MushBall said to him cheerfully after a moment. “I am the MushBall, Child of The Muck. Perhaps you’ve heard of me. I’m afraid I have not heard all to much of you, although what I have heard was all grand praise of your power and magnificence. It’s a pleasure to meet you. Any friend of Bassus’s is my friend, and any enemy of the pink ones my ally. A pleasure to meet you.”

[Pie]

"*sigh*"

as the, what he is now going to call a helmitoid, leavs, he notises the sign, and then realises what he has to do.

He travels behind the Helmitoid, ceeping pace with him, 15 feet behined, and, decides to meet this Helmitoid compleatly. But, he must come up with a name for him. What sounds best to him? what sound is the easyest to say? I.. Ith.. Ithicus. Ithicus. And so, with his name, all of his courage, he catches up to this helmitoid and introduces himself.

"I'm sorry, but it seems as if I havent Introduced myself yet. My name is Ithicus."

[Leo Luncid]

The construct again made attention to the human who is going ahead of it to gain attention, speaking again, this time of his name. The construct, or Helmitoid as the human Ithicus called it, only responded by a nod, and then viewed to where it is going, not slowing down it's pace to it's destination.

[Pie]

Feelling a little bit disapointed, a little bit realived, that the Helmitoid didn't respond, he falls back next to the helmitoid, remembering to ceep 10 feet to the helmitoid's left.

[Fleegle]

(For El_Skwidd, Nixit, and Schme)

Felinibis looked down at MushBall and sniffed at him, investigating this odd creature.
"Felinibis, this is one of my new friends." said Bassus. Felinibis lay down his front paws, seeming to relax in the dirt. He was far less imposing, though still rose about 4 feet from the ground. Bassus stroked him behind the ear, and Felinibis closed his eyes and purred.
"There is great trouble in the Forest, Felinibis! The Pink Ones have decided to attack. We need your help to defend the Forest!"
Felinibis made a low "brrrp" noise and sniffed at Bassus.
"Ah yes, well, I suppose I will... they can't hurt me, I'm a god, right? You'll protect me won't you?" Bassus said, seeming to understand what Felinibis was "saying".
Bassus approached the side of the great beast and attempted to mount his back, but was having trouble doing so. Felinibis made various unhappy noises as Bassus grasped clumps of skin, trying to pull himself up. Yanisha noticed his troubles and came over to assist him, pushing up on his buttocks. Bassas triumphantly took his spot right behind Felinibis' head.
"Plenty of room, my friends!" he declared to those present, indicating for them to get on Felinibis' back.

[El_Skwidd]

(Ah, it's been a while!)

Vex and Xev look at eachother and reluctantly crawl on top of Felinibis's back.

"Better safe than sorry, I suppose... if you can call it that," Vex mused.

"Shut it," Xev spat.

[Schme]

MushBall was at first a bit afraid to climb onto such a mighty creature's back, but quickly reconciled to do it, so as not to be outdone by Xev and Vex.

Being short, he too had great difficulty mounting the beast, but with assistance soon seated himself comfortably up on the beast's spine.

"Why, I feel like and Emperor!" he thought "This must be how the noblest and most powerful monarchs travel." He was very anxious to fight the good fight again, and drive the heretical Pink Ones back to their wooden hovels.