Bloodknight
The Artist
A great and terrible roar reverberated through the darkness
Yellow eyes shot open and a man a little over 6 feet clad in black and yellow body armor stood to his feet and looked to the dreary sky of Corbos, the heavy clouds crackling with yellow lightning. The man's name was anybody's guess, but he was widely known as Horror. Heavy rain drenched his short salt and pepper hair and dripped off his goatee as he felt his forehead. He must've gotten knocked out, he thought. He never sleeps and even if he did, it would be ridiculous to do so in place like this. But by what and better yet, where was his helmet? Horror looked about him, though all he could see were the mountains and rocky plain he'd gotten used to hunting on in his spare time.
As if on queue, a tarentatek came charging at him from the top of a stone hill with his vaguely skull shaped helmet fitted neatly on it's left mouth-tusk. It lunged towards him as soon as it was close enough, baring it's teeth and stretching out it's clawed hands towards him.
"I remember now..."
Horror said to himself as he leapt beneath the incoming beast, activating his saber and sending the flat, black blade into it's stomach as they passed each other. Tucking and rolling as soon as he hit the ground, he halted at a kneel and drew his Messenger, twisting around and sending a powerful .55 caliber slug into the tarentatek's skull to secure the kill. But that was no queue to rest. Immediately after, an entire herd followed, easily numbering over thirty. Not so long ago, he had transported a male and female terentatek from Korriban so they could populate on Corbos, Horror remembered as he retrieved his helmet from the fallen tarentatek and took to the skies. When he arrived back to Corbos for some hunting today, he had no idea they would breed so fast. An entire herd of them came for him. But a few mere tarentateks didn't knock him out.
Flying well above and beyond the charging herd, Horror landed on top of a great cliff and took out a small remote. The tremendous roar heard before sounded across the landscape and a horrible beast that could only be called a leviathan came running towards him. It was a great beast; a pitch black mass of spikes, tusks and claws with six yellow piercing beady eyes that dwarfed the 20 foot high cliff entirely. It overtook the herd in it's beastly gait, crushing some of the terentatek underfoot as it made it's way toward him.
Horror's yellow eyes glaring into the leviathan's own, he was overcome with a powerful desire to kill the beast. But under his mask, he suddenly smiled. He had planned for an attack on this scale and truthfully delighted in the chance to cause such destruction as he was about to. Two more thundering steps from the leviathan and he pressed the button. Underneath the herd, a multitude of ground-planted explosives detonated, resulting in an earth-shaking explosion that damaged the cliff Horror was on nearly a mile away. Though he knew that wasn't the last he'll see of those creatures. This day wasn't the regular hunting day. Other than to kill animals and sithspawn, he was here for a very specific reason. And that reason would manifest among the visitors he was expecting any minute. Killing off all the game before they arrived would be a grievous inaccordance to his plans.
Sure enough, out of the smoke and debris rose a bleeding and very enraged leviathan stumbling towards him under the burden of a broken leg along with fifteen or twenty tarentatek. Upon the cliff, Horror's black darksaber blade hummed to life as the leviathan breathed a pillar of yellow flames into the air.
Yellow eyes shot open and a man a little over 6 feet clad in black and yellow body armor stood to his feet and looked to the dreary sky of Corbos, the heavy clouds crackling with yellow lightning. The man's name was anybody's guess, but he was widely known as Horror. Heavy rain drenched his short salt and pepper hair and dripped off his goatee as he felt his forehead. He must've gotten knocked out, he thought. He never sleeps and even if he did, it would be ridiculous to do so in place like this. But by what and better yet, where was his helmet? Horror looked about him, though all he could see were the mountains and rocky plain he'd gotten used to hunting on in his spare time.
As if on queue, a tarentatek came charging at him from the top of a stone hill with his vaguely skull shaped helmet fitted neatly on it's left mouth-tusk. It lunged towards him as soon as it was close enough, baring it's teeth and stretching out it's clawed hands towards him.
"I remember now..."
Horror said to himself as he leapt beneath the incoming beast, activating his saber and sending the flat, black blade into it's stomach as they passed each other. Tucking and rolling as soon as he hit the ground, he halted at a kneel and drew his Messenger, twisting around and sending a powerful .55 caliber slug into the tarentatek's skull to secure the kill. But that was no queue to rest. Immediately after, an entire herd followed, easily numbering over thirty. Not so long ago, he had transported a male and female terentatek from Korriban so they could populate on Corbos, Horror remembered as he retrieved his helmet from the fallen tarentatek and took to the skies. When he arrived back to Corbos for some hunting today, he had no idea they would breed so fast. An entire herd of them came for him. But a few mere tarentateks didn't knock him out.
Flying well above and beyond the charging herd, Horror landed on top of a great cliff and took out a small remote. The tremendous roar heard before sounded across the landscape and a horrible beast that could only be called a leviathan came running towards him. It was a great beast; a pitch black mass of spikes, tusks and claws with six yellow piercing beady eyes that dwarfed the 20 foot high cliff entirely. It overtook the herd in it's beastly gait, crushing some of the terentatek underfoot as it made it's way toward him.
Horror's yellow eyes glaring into the leviathan's own, he was overcome with a powerful desire to kill the beast. But under his mask, he suddenly smiled. He had planned for an attack on this scale and truthfully delighted in the chance to cause such destruction as he was about to. Two more thundering steps from the leviathan and he pressed the button. Underneath the herd, a multitude of ground-planted explosives detonated, resulting in an earth-shaking explosion that damaged the cliff Horror was on nearly a mile away. Though he knew that wasn't the last he'll see of those creatures. This day wasn't the regular hunting day. Other than to kill animals and sithspawn, he was here for a very specific reason. And that reason would manifest among the visitors he was expecting any minute. Killing off all the game before they arrived would be a grievous inaccordance to his plans.
Sure enough, out of the smoke and debris rose a bleeding and very enraged leviathan stumbling towards him under the burden of a broken leg along with fifteen or twenty tarentatek. Upon the cliff, Horror's black darksaber blade hummed to life as the leviathan breathed a pillar of yellow flames into the air.