Post by .:.Gambler.:. on Feb 2, 2012 17:40:38 GMT -5
Skellington Jack
He's a real cool cat...
Oh, how the times had changed these lands! Oh yes, yes, Skellington Jack of legend, Skellington Jack of old...he was still around, you see? What the gods hadn't told you was that his story was real-and he had been a unicorn, and it was all just a facade to confuse the average folk and to try and give him a normal shot at life before his destiny arose. Well, that had certainly failed. Normal did not entail hearing six voices at any given moment, running from your problems and periodically wearing a skull for a hat to keep the sun from your eyes. At least, everything was back to normal for him.
"Now what?! Really! I was sitting there!" The foremost female voice shrieked in his mind as she was shoved from the chair and rather harshfully thrown nearly across the room. The maid; that wasn't quite a maid but was instead a male cricket in a french maid outfit, just glared at her. His voice was low, sultry as it spoke. "Well, then you shouldn't be sitting in my way."
Skellington rolled his eyes up to stare at his forehead, giggling lightly at their antics. He was much like his son used to be now; the body rotting and molding like Enrico. But, you see, his was different. For when his destiny awaken and his purpose was found, he would be hole again, horn included, to fight the evil overlord. He had been merrily wandering for some time now, near on about 200 years; locked in his little time loop. No, he'd never seen Sally again, and he had only recently been set free from the cursed lands...but why should he be feared? He was one of the good guys-wasn't he? Except when that one character he had killed possessed him, or anytime he ever listened to the likes of Oogie Boogie...okay, so he had his moments of badness, but didn't everyone?
The piebald stallion sighed as he meandered onward, his voices keeping him company as he walked through the familiar terrain of the Sanctuary. It had been some time since he had ever been here-so long, in fact, that everything had nearly changed. No one that he had ever loved still even existed in these parts. No, the wives of his past were long since dead; and he assumed most of his children too. FEAR, if he hadn't changed, would possibly still be cursed...but who really knew?
"Well well, what have we here!?"
He shrieked in delight as he stumbled upon a rather interesting looking bug. The actual name of it, he was unsure...but he had terribly missed his dung beetles, so having another beetle for a pet would be most pleasing. He still had never gotten his Komodo Dragon...but, that would be rendered in time. You see, he planned to ask for one once he fulfilled his destiny. It was a diabolical plan, to say the least.
He lowered his crown to the beetle, and stared at it. It had a rather long front tusk like thing.
"You're one of them rhino beetles, aren't you? Well, climb aboard my head and let's have a chat, shall we? I'm Skellington Jack, ol' chap!"
The beetle seemed to not say anything, but, Skellington must have heard something in return as the beetle crawled up his nose and sat between his eyes.
"Throkmorton? Why, I think it's a lovely name. I shall name one of my children after you. If I'm even allowed to have any more children..."
His voice trailed off as he trotted along, his hooves clattering against the rocks and dirt beneath his feet. Ah yes, the beauty of being an insane widower nearly forty times over.
[/color][/font]He's a real cool cat...
Oh, how the times had changed these lands! Oh yes, yes, Skellington Jack of legend, Skellington Jack of old...he was still around, you see? What the gods hadn't told you was that his story was real-and he had been a unicorn, and it was all just a facade to confuse the average folk and to try and give him a normal shot at life before his destiny arose. Well, that had certainly failed. Normal did not entail hearing six voices at any given moment, running from your problems and periodically wearing a skull for a hat to keep the sun from your eyes. At least, everything was back to normal for him.
"Now what?! Really! I was sitting there!" The foremost female voice shrieked in his mind as she was shoved from the chair and rather harshfully thrown nearly across the room. The maid; that wasn't quite a maid but was instead a male cricket in a french maid outfit, just glared at her. His voice was low, sultry as it spoke. "Well, then you shouldn't be sitting in my way."
Skellington rolled his eyes up to stare at his forehead, giggling lightly at their antics. He was much like his son used to be now; the body rotting and molding like Enrico. But, you see, his was different. For when his destiny awaken and his purpose was found, he would be hole again, horn included, to fight the evil overlord. He had been merrily wandering for some time now, near on about 200 years; locked in his little time loop. No, he'd never seen Sally again, and he had only recently been set free from the cursed lands...but why should he be feared? He was one of the good guys-wasn't he? Except when that one character he had killed possessed him, or anytime he ever listened to the likes of Oogie Boogie...okay, so he had his moments of badness, but didn't everyone?
The piebald stallion sighed as he meandered onward, his voices keeping him company as he walked through the familiar terrain of the Sanctuary. It had been some time since he had ever been here-so long, in fact, that everything had nearly changed. No one that he had ever loved still even existed in these parts. No, the wives of his past were long since dead; and he assumed most of his children too. FEAR, if he hadn't changed, would possibly still be cursed...but who really knew?
"Well well, what have we here!?"
He shrieked in delight as he stumbled upon a rather interesting looking bug. The actual name of it, he was unsure...but he had terribly missed his dung beetles, so having another beetle for a pet would be most pleasing. He still had never gotten his Komodo Dragon...but, that would be rendered in time. You see, he planned to ask for one once he fulfilled his destiny. It was a diabolical plan, to say the least.
He lowered his crown to the beetle, and stared at it. It had a rather long front tusk like thing.
"You're one of them rhino beetles, aren't you? Well, climb aboard my head and let's have a chat, shall we? I'm Skellington Jack, ol' chap!"
The beetle seemed to not say anything, but, Skellington must have heard something in return as the beetle crawled up his nose and sat between his eyes.
"Throkmorton? Why, I think it's a lovely name. I shall name one of my children after you. If I'm even allowed to have any more children..."
His voice trailed off as he trotted along, his hooves clattering against the rocks and dirt beneath his feet. Ah yes, the beauty of being an insane widower nearly forty times over.
