Post by linkxamaterasuotp on Jan 21, 2013 22:53:27 GMT -8
Difficult Miniboss the White Wolfos awoke one morning. Because he lived on the inside of the ice caverns he could not tell that it was daytime empirically, but his instincts told him that this was the case. He emerged from the hole he had dug. His thoughts drifted back to his childhood. He remembers his parents teaching him the sacred art of burrowing. For generations, his kind had used the ability to dig self-sealing holes in any surface (including the ice that made up the floor of this cavern) and then instantly re-emerge to set all kinds of traps to catch prey and intruders. He remembered the harsh training he went through to toughen his arms. He endured blow after blow until his arms were eventually hard enough to block the toughest steel.
He missed his childhood days, partly because his life in the Ice Caverns was so boring and uneventful. He had been tasked with guarding his pack's sacred treasure, a pair of boots with bottoms made out of iron. This meant that most of his time was spent burrowed in his hole, waiting for intruders to appear, which almost never happened. He was only occasionally able to socialize with with any of the other creatures living in the caverns, like the Keese and weird ice people and frankly the ice people had really bad breath. Mostly he missed his childhood because it was before that tragic day 7 years ago.
Tough Miniboss was merely a pup then, nearly finished with his training. He remembered his mother's friend coming to talk to them. He told them about how Tough Miniboss's father had been killed by a boy wearing green at his post in the Sacred Forest Meadow. Nothing had ever been able to heal the pain caused that day and nothing would besides revenge.
Tough Miniboss burrowed into the ice, prepared for another boring day. Suddenly, the door opened. None of the other creatures could open it so he was very surprised. A young man clad in green stepped through. He looked just about as old as the boy who killed his father would be now. The connection was tenuous, but was there was no doubt in Tough Miniboss's mind that this was the man who had ruined his life. He was filled with uncontrollable rage at first, but then he calmed down, realizing that he would need to use all of his training to avenge his father.
He began circling around the man in green, trying to look for an opening. The man swung his sword, but Tough Miniboss put his arms in front of his head to block it with contemptuous ease. Finally, he decided to stage of his own. He swiped once, but the man avoided it. However, this was merely a faint and Tough Miniboss was sure he would hit with his second strike. Unfortunately this meant that he put in too much power into his swing and thus when it whiffed, he spun on the ice revealing his back to his opponent.
The man in green did a jumpslash, striking his sword against the weak spot of all wolfos: the tail. Tough Miniboss was in more pain than he had ever been in his life. He knew right away that this was the end. He thought about how this trespasser was now going to gain access to the sacred treasure of his pack. The bitterest thought was that despite all of his training and hunger for this moment he had failed. His family line would end here due to his shortcomings. He hoped there was someone left alive in the Caverns to send word to his pack about his fate. He held onto the faint hope that he would be avenged as he faded from existence.
He missed his childhood days, partly because his life in the Ice Caverns was so boring and uneventful. He had been tasked with guarding his pack's sacred treasure, a pair of boots with bottoms made out of iron. This meant that most of his time was spent burrowed in his hole, waiting for intruders to appear, which almost never happened. He was only occasionally able to socialize with with any of the other creatures living in the caverns, like the Keese and weird ice people and frankly the ice people had really bad breath. Mostly he missed his childhood because it was before that tragic day 7 years ago.
Tough Miniboss was merely a pup then, nearly finished with his training. He remembered his mother's friend coming to talk to them. He told them about how Tough Miniboss's father had been killed by a boy wearing green at his post in the Sacred Forest Meadow. Nothing had ever been able to heal the pain caused that day and nothing would besides revenge.
Tough Miniboss burrowed into the ice, prepared for another boring day. Suddenly, the door opened. None of the other creatures could open it so he was very surprised. A young man clad in green stepped through. He looked just about as old as the boy who killed his father would be now. The connection was tenuous, but was there was no doubt in Tough Miniboss's mind that this was the man who had ruined his life. He was filled with uncontrollable rage at first, but then he calmed down, realizing that he would need to use all of his training to avenge his father.
He began circling around the man in green, trying to look for an opening. The man swung his sword, but Tough Miniboss put his arms in front of his head to block it with contemptuous ease. Finally, he decided to stage of his own. He swiped once, but the man avoided it. However, this was merely a faint and Tough Miniboss was sure he would hit with his second strike. Unfortunately this meant that he put in too much power into his swing and thus when it whiffed, he spun on the ice revealing his back to his opponent.
The man in green did a jumpslash, striking his sword against the weak spot of all wolfos: the tail. Tough Miniboss was in more pain than he had ever been in his life. He knew right away that this was the end. He thought about how this trespasser was now going to gain access to the sacred treasure of his pack. The bitterest thought was that despite all of his training and hunger for this moment he had failed. His family line would end here due to his shortcomings. He hoped there was someone left alive in the Caverns to send word to his pack about his fate. He held onto the faint hope that he would be avenged as he faded from existence.
