Darkness, sounds of clashing blades and the screams of dying creatures. Exhausted lay he down in the grass, the Azure sun shining upon him and warming his fur. Who is he, this Enkydukol?
From the shadows of a nearby building a rogue arises, sneaking towards the unconscious Enkydukol. Not being able to know what danger approaches him he stays in his position not moving a hair. The rogue, now standing in front of him reaches over him and begins to search his blue suit. It didn’t take the rogue too much time to find a good filled sack filled with some coins, mostly circles to him pleasure. Suppressing a chuckle the rogue leaves as quickly and quiet as he can, leaving the Enkidukol alone wit no trias at all.
Minutes pass, almost an hour, till he finally begins to move.
Slowly he opened his eyes, shaking his head a bit. He looks up with blinking eyes into the sun, takes a deep breath and smiles happily. While standing up he stretches his tail and when he finally stands he stretches his arm and legs too. After some yawning he scratches his right ear and begins to walk towards the entrance of the building; The Arena.
After entering The Arena he walked towards the Taskmaster giving him a nod, after which a short conversation broke lose:
Taskmaster: *with a grin* “Done sleeping already? You know the Arena isn’t for wimps who like to take mid-day naps.”
The Enkidukol: *smirking* “I do as I please and if it’s true the arena isn’t for the likes of me, tell me why do I survive even the battle against the trepors?”
Taskmaster: *slightly annoyed* “Don’t be that rude menki I can…”
The Enkidukol: *interrupting the taskmaster* “I prefer being called an Enkidukol, dear Gregory”
Taskmaster: *frowning of disbelieve and angered* “Alright ‘Enikdukol’ don’t call me Gregory, It’s Master Taskmaster for you.. And don’t you dare to call me EVER ‘dear’ again. You may call your fenki.. I mean ‘Enkiduyba’ that, but not ME. Understood?”
The Enkidukol: *nodding willingly* “Of course, Of course, Master Taskmaster. Now may I proceed to the trepors? I’m in need of a trepor heart you see?”
Taskmaster: *grinning with a nod* “Go ahead menki wimp, but don’t come here whining if your fur is damaged”
The Enkidukol: “I won’t, trust me.
vaatholo”
Taskmaster: *frowns* “What? What was that last mumble?”
The Enkidukol: *shrugging* “I said Taskmaster, though of course I had to say Master Taskmaster”
Taskmaster: *shaking his head slowly* “I’m pretty sure it didn’t start with a T more with ‘vaat’… But it might as well being me, with all this noise in here. This time I’ll let you pass, Menki”
The Enkidukol walked, relieved the Taskmaster didn’t hear his muttering, straight to the trepor pit. Once there he took the time look for the weakest of them all, patted it on it’s back with his drawn sword and got knocked down by the wiggly feelers when it turned around.
Flabbergasted he lay down on his back looking into the yawns of the (rather small) trepor.
Enkidukol = Enkidukai male
Vaatholo = You idiot
[To be continued]
