Post by Firehawk on Mar 9, 2006 21:45:04 GMT -5
Far above the city of Vogran was another ship, similar in design to one that had appeared at Dathomir multiple times in the past. However, slight differences made it obvious that this ship was not to be confused with Firehawk's. In fact, nothing could have been further from the truth. This ship held the one that people had called the scourge of their world. His name was Kileas Kintelas, and he was coming back to Fyia.
The reason why wasn't totally clear to him, nor did he care. Really, he thought, I suppose that I'm following... him.
Him. That word brought only the image of his mortal enemy, Firehawk Sentarl, to his mind, and he didn't like it. Firehawk's name, his image, it was all giving Kileas an uneasy feeling, and he couldn't figure out why. Maybe it was because he had already been killed once at the phoenix's hands, maybe it was just the general feeling he got around him. But something just wasn't right with Kileas.
Slowly, he brought his black ship to land just outside of Vogran, where he would establish a sort of base to head back to when he needed supplies and other necessities. When he was sure he had what he needed, he took his 2 swords off a wall in the ship and sheathed them. You know... sometimes this lifestyle exhausts me... what with the chasing of Sentarl across the damn universe... but it can be so SATISFYING... With that thought he left the ship, stepping into the sunlight, and headed into Vogran, cutting an impressive and threatening figure.
The reason why wasn't totally clear to him, nor did he care. Really, he thought, I suppose that I'm following... him.
Him. That word brought only the image of his mortal enemy, Firehawk Sentarl, to his mind, and he didn't like it. Firehawk's name, his image, it was all giving Kileas an uneasy feeling, and he couldn't figure out why. Maybe it was because he had already been killed once at the phoenix's hands, maybe it was just the general feeling he got around him. But something just wasn't right with Kileas.
Slowly, he brought his black ship to land just outside of Vogran, where he would establish a sort of base to head back to when he needed supplies and other necessities. When he was sure he had what he needed, he took his 2 swords off a wall in the ship and sheathed them. You know... sometimes this lifestyle exhausts me... what with the chasing of Sentarl across the damn universe... but it can be so SATISFYING... With that thought he left the ship, stepping into the sunlight, and headed into Vogran, cutting an impressive and threatening figure.