sorry, took a vacation. I'm back now....so ill get right to work and cover for lost time!!

Madness?

Comming right up!!!

my character (a dragon) is staying the hell away from the rest of you, and if you think you can tame me night lover you'd best think again, im as wild as the ocean breeze and free as the morning sun.

im gonna be sitting in my mountain where you cant find me and doing a whole load of things that i shouldnt.

life is a never ending lesson <Zombaukto Legends>

(RECAP FROM *THE ADVENTURE BEGINS PART 2*: Zen got owned by a pack of chocobos. Yea i know, pretty sad).

"Heeeeey! Zen! Buddy, wake up! Your aren't dead, yet! You will be soon if you dont GET UP!"

Zen's eyes wander open. Drake, smiling, smacked him in the face a couple more times before standing up straight and clapping.

"Good job, Dumbass! Guess what, your dying! I don't really know what to do though!" drake seemed almost happy, but he started to show signs of worry and even got teary-eyed. Drake had somehow scared off the chocobos before COMPLETELY eating Zen, dragged him up some steep mountain bits and was half naked, from using most of his clothes to tie up Zen's limbs and wounds. "Just look at yourself! Your a bloody friggin mess! Oh, and another thing, I cant find your hand! Did ya lose it?!?" Zen only heard Drake say a couple of words, then fainted. "Oh just great! and how am i suppose to get you back up to my place?" Drake paced, yelling at Zen most of the time about how hard it was to get him up to where he was now, and climbed up a wall. He then climbed up another and another, until he was gone. Zen woke up again. He couldn't talk, or move his body. Zen for the first time felt human (feeling human to me is like feeling.... able to die waaay to easily. like off of dark sector. your too human!!!) His head was wrapped with a shirt, leaving him barely able to see, and his arms and legs were wrapped in really tight knots, especially around his left arm and calves. His side didn't feel too good either. It felt extremely heavy.

 Zen, having lost hope of living for a while now, didn't bother to move. so many of his parts were hurting, or numb. He just wanted to die. Then another coldness blanketed Zen, almost feeling like a cool, refreshing, moist breeze. He enjoyed it. Then he heard foot steps, or at least he thought he did. but then something odd happened. he felt something roughly nudge his leg. In lingering pain, Zen wimpered and slightly shifted his head. Later, he was nudged another time, so he did the same thing, but with a little less reaction than last time. snarls started to occupy his ears. was YET ANOTHER beast going to do harm to his broken little body?

Zen desperately tried to see what was growling, but the black shirt wrapping his head was too dark for his eye's glare to penetrate. out of no where, something grapped Zen's ancle, and started to drag him down the mountain. it wasen't comfortaple, but it didn't hurt too much for Zen to respond. Zen's back started to get impaled by the sharp gravel, so he let out a moan and tried to at least switch his position. but after he moaned, he was dropped. from being dragged, the shirt covering his head had rubbed itself loose. So when he edited the shirt so his eyes were uncovered, he saw 2 pairs of giant dark eyes. the growls started again, but sounded more........ conversational, than hostile. then the shirt was pulled back over his eyes and tightened, to the piont that his eyes started to hurt, and he was swung  onto what felt like a person's shoulder (which proprably was). what ever had had him was not running with his body, and at high speeds too. Zen felt as if he was dinner or a prize for some species. But, sadly, without warning, Zen's body reacted to it's lack of food and he passed out once again (gez, can someone just feed this guy already, Gosh!).

Zen had awoken, and his body felt alot better, as if it was magically altered, and all of his pain vanished. most of his clothes were still on, except for where his major injuries were, like his left arm, calve muscles, and... other parts of his body (I just dont feel like putting EVERY SINGLE THING on the list, so yea.). Zen removed  the shirt on his head and found it securely wrapped, except for his eyes, with soft bandages. while examining his body some more, he noticed his left hand missing, so he paniced. it was also wrapped in the same soft bandages. every injury he had was either wrapped, if it was a critical wound, or a scab had already formed over it.

After his panic attack subsided, he analyzed his surroundings. he was in a tent, which was rather large, for his size. he was on a soft pillow like bag filled with feathers and cotton. besides the pillow, no furnishings were inside of the tent's walls. the tent's opening was an arch with cloth strips covering the bare doorway.

Zen felt unwelcome and confused, but at the same time, relieved. He didn't know where he was. He's hungry. He found a live dragon AND chocobo.  He's hurt. To top it all off, he was lonely. Drake was temporary help, not an ally or friend. For all Zen knew, Drake could be a blood thirsty, cannabalistic THING, helping Zen just to kill and eat him later. But Zen at least tried to be Optimistic.

"I dont have anything you could treat your legs to, but would food help?" Drake asked.  Zen felt his stomach cry in joy, so he nodded yes. "Good, cause I'm hungry too! We're going back out to find something to eat." Drake stuffed the rest of the meat into the annoying birds beak, as if he were trying to kill it, and once the bird gave signs of it being full, they left.

Back into the mountains, Zen thought. He hasen't been in this world that long and he was already hurt. he wondered how long he could survive. probrably a week, he thought, but soon after he started trying to be optimistic again.

Drake and Zen, after about half an hour of hiking down the steep mountain, finally found the base of the Not-So-High mountain. Zen could have sworn he was up higher, but Drake explained that the heat of his mountain frequently made things bigger deals then they accually were. "So where are we going?" asked Zen in a friendly tone. "To check and bait some traps I set up before."  Zen, still gaining his common sense from the cool ground, realized how good of an idea that was.  Trapping, Fishing, Gathering, all ways to get food. Of course Zen already knew all of these things, his mind was just currently...preoccupied, with other thoughts.

Drake stops without warning, and Zen crashes into him from behind. "Dude, why'd you stop?" Zen yelled, holding his stomach from pain again. Drake just looked back and tilted his head. Zen then realized, he was pointing something out, and glanced over. With amazement, Zen smiled. "More chocobos!" he laughed, but Drake just stood motionless. "Do those chocobos LOOK friendly?" pointed out Drake, still standing in the same position he was in before Zen bumped him.

To the 2 boy's far left, a ways in the distance, stood a pack of about 6 black chocobo's. All seemed to be distracted with what seemed to be a pile of bushes, which was odd, considering that they were in an open savanna( or maybe its called a tundra.....No probrably Savannah......you know what i mean!) with only a handful of leafless trees. 

Drake's head slowly turned around to where he could see Zen's eyes, then he pointed at the bush. "That may look like a bush, but it isn't." Explained Drake.  Zen was confused even more. "I know this, because I MADE that decoy. its suppose to be a trap for small reptiles or of im lucky, a rabbit. but it especially isn't designed for Chocobos!" Then he started backwards, bumping Zen yet ANOTHER time, which by this time meant to move. "Why do we have to be careful, there only chocobos!"

A small chocobo, which was what looked like the runt of the pack, raised its head and started sniffing in the air. It shrieked, then all of them looked up and starred at both Zen and Drake. "Shhhhh.....dont.....move........anything......They can hear us......they can SMELL us.....its only a matter of time before they see us........." By this time, Zen was pissed.  "What are you talking about!?! you arent making any sense! THERE ONLY CHO"--Just then every chocobo started screaming and sprinted full speed toward Zen, then they noticed Drake.

Zen, frozen in fear, stood there. He had never heard of Chocobos attacking people before. A Chocobo was like an ostrage( idk how to spell it. the flightless bird, runs really fast, looks BUTT-UGLY, long neck) but a lot more bigger, faster and more hostile. Drake, already 2 thirds back toward a steep wall looked back and saw Zen just standing there about to get mauled to death by a pack of chocobos.  there was nothing he could do. so he cursed Zen, then climbed up the rock wall, ensuring his safety.

Zen, realizing his actual danger, looked around for Drake's usual tips or advice, but seeing him scale up a rock wall, yards from him, he knew he should have ran. Before he could face the crazy birds, he was already on the ground, with 6 BLACK chocobos harassing him. 1 already head-butted him in his gut. trying to catch his breath, he looked at the mountain's side one more time, seeing nothing but rock and black feathers blobking his view. surrounded, he staggaers up to his feet, just to get T-boned (knocked from the side completely unaware) in the kidney. his face crashed into the dry grass. he couldn't catch his breath, and felt the chocobos' talons ripping into his body. 1 pair of sharp claws after another. he felt the chocobos' bodies hovering over him, all of them. he tried to fight back, but every time he swung at a chocobo, another would catch his arm in it's beak, ripping it's skin, while another would bit his upper chest area.

Zen felt himself literaly being eaten alive.  He started to use up the last of his reserve of his energy, which wasen't alot, because of the lack of food, and started to not feel the pain anymore. It started to feel like he was getting his limbs caught on pointed objects and when he felt something start to peel and rip, He figured it was his skin. Being optimistic didn't help in this situation. suddenly, he completely lose feeling in his left hand. a large wetness soaked his left arm and  most of his body. le also lost feeling in his arms and legs, upper and lower torso, but not his head. so Zen simply just gave up! His question was answered on how long he would survive. the answer would be not even 2 days.

 Zen closed his weary eyes, and a slight coldness consumed his body. He ignored it, assuming it was death's welcome bite.

*weezing*..............*more weezing*.............

Zen opens his eyes, and stunned, he's starring at the afternoon sky.

He was wet.

He was cold.

He could barely breathe.

He was ALIVE.

Zen, after being torn apart by wild chocobos, felt like the aftermath of a raid. he couldn't feel his body. Yet he felt liquid drain from his limp body.

 He wondered if the chocobo's just left him because they thought he was dead. So instead of looking at his body, which would hurt, he just assumed the worst and passed out from the great loss of blood.

 To Be Continued in *A Great Deal*

Peace or Madness?

Your Choice......

 The stories grow every day.  I just dont bother to open up another chat box every day. it gets annoying. so if you see the story get bigger or something, I'm still adding to it

Peace or Madness?

Your choice.

why did you mess with my dragon!?are you stupid or somthing!!did you get hurt?

join my clan it is called the full metal clan!

I'll go I just want to own the moons jk but I can be there

When you look in my eyes..... SESURE WARNING!!!!

"......Hello? anyone!..............its friggin empty here...."

Zen walks around the vast rolling hills for hours calling out to whomever he could find.

"Heeeey! anybody?  wheres a tree at least!?!

Zen claws his way up the grassy hill and, stunned, he sights a black dragon steep down the other side of the hill.  Frozen, he looses his balance on the slippery grass and tumbles down into the dragon's range.

".................."

speechless, Zen rises and slowly touches the 4-legged beast's polished horn apot its nose.  the dragon's muzzle shifts and lets out a long purr.

Zen hesitates, then touches the dragon's nostril flaps.  the nostrils bulge (or buldge..idk) and lets out a jet of hot smoke.

the smoke disperses on Zen's shirt, but burns his stomach to a raw, fleshy mess.

Zen screams in agony.  the dragon's black eyelids shot open. releasing the most piercing glare.  It Roars.  Zen, lying in the imprinted grass, evolves into a mad rush back up the hill. but luck was not on his side.  before he could reach the top, pain shot into his stomach once again.

Zen latches onto the steep hillside with all of his might, but just to get ripped of by the dragon's awesome jaws.

So there Zen was, 2 steps away from being a mythical creature's morning snack.  dangling by his legs from the ferocious (i think)  Black dragon's mouth.  He need help, so he screamed and flailed the best he could, but for nothing.  the dragon's monsterous black leather wings hoisted them both into the air and in an instant, they were gone.

...........................Darkness..........................

Sound started to return.................................

Wings beating against the air.............................

*Thud*, Zen's Barely conscience body tossed on a hard rocky surface.

An irritating wetness annoyed Zen.  His calves felt soaked, which was probrably the dragon's spit.  He could barely open his eyes, but did, and saw that it was a bit orange and pink in the sky.  how long was he transported he wondered.  he tried to get up but couldn't.  he examined his legs, and then fear cornered him.  the wetness on his legs was blood, shed from the removed skin of where the dragon held him.  Zen felt......unfinished.  he couldn't at all move his legs. his pants felt sewn to his skin (or muscle, if u want to be smart).  He had an extreme appetite, and wondered if the dragon would come back and finish him off for good. 

Running low on energy, Zen lowered his head to the cold stone ground and fell into a deep sleep.

 ENOUGH FOR ONE NIGHT.  TIME TO SLEEP.  I WILL CONTINUE THIS EPIC STORY TOMORROW, OR WHENEVER I GET BACK ON!  IN OTHER WORDS, TO BE CONTINUED!

Continuation........complete!

"Hey, you! Sir! Wake up mister!"

Zen's eye lids slowly open, but only to reveal the sun's extreme glare.  Slowly, but surely, Zen rises to a sturdy sitting position (laying back, with arms behind in the ground SIDE VIEW: __/|  <<) and see's mountains.  in every direction, mountains stood. Zen examines his legs a second and hopefully final time before slowly rising to his feet.

 it was a painful experience, but just as soon as he was up, he stretched and started to limp off through the perilous mountain top.  "Hey! Who do you think i'm talkin' to? Myself?"  Startled, Zen snapped around to face a young boy about his age dressed in mostly black clothing.  he had a funny expression on his face, as if he were going to say something smart and second.

Zen looks around himself and peeks at the boy again, pointing at himself.

"You?.......Nooooooo, that rock over there!  who else would i be talkin to!"

The boy approaches Zen and holds out his hand, which appeared to have many bite and burn marks on it.

 "I'm Drake! Your?"

"Zen." replies Zen.

The boy, accepting his unshaken hand, pulls back slowly, and with a smile, says, "what are you doing at my doorstep, anyway? Are you lost?"

 Zen looks around, surprised about his whearabouts, and answers, "I don't know."

"The **** ya mean, "I dont know?" your at the only house in this entire region!"

Zen started to get annoyed by the boy's unwelcome greeting.  So instead of answering his questions, Zen simply turned back around and left the boy to himself.

"Wait, I'm sorry, I shouldn't yell at you for being clueless.  what are you doing here?"

Zen turns around once more and replies with a simple shrug of his shoulders.

"Well, you look injured, so come with me.  You probrably wont get far anyway with that pair of legs anyway."

So Zen and Drake start to climb up a steep, jaggedy rock wall.  Zen commonly scraped his stomach on sharp points or his calves started to hurt so they took a while getting up to a ledge with a single boulder.  Zen layed down to rest at the edge of the wall, peering down at his dried blood on the rock.  Drake, looking drained, pushed the medium sized boulder aside to reveal a medium hole.

"Come, take a look at my dwelling." commanded Drake.

Zen slowly squeezed himself through the dark tunnel and emerged into a little hut lit by candles. the medium room had very little furnishings, other than a naturally formed plate juttting out of the floor in a level manner in a corner of the room.  it was a consitered a table. the candles were melded to the ceiling, like a thin, flammable rope. about 5 were burning, each in every corner of the room. the walls were uneven and looked like it sloped downward toward the entrance.

Drake crawled in the room, after sealing the entrance with the bolder once more, and kneeled at his table. he started to smush some kind of sweet smelling meat with a cylindrical shaped stone and whistled. Suddenly, something small poked up from the farthest side of the room's corner away from the entrance.  Zen barely made out the figure as a small head. it looked at him with big brown eyes then curled up in the courner again.

"Are we alone?!?" panics Zen.

"Of course not!" Drake grabs a handful of the smashed meat and goes into the corner where Zen saw the head.

"This critter is Liza, my bird. I taught her to eat meat!"

the small bird scampers to drake and starts an annoying high pitched chirping.  Zen gets a closer look at the bird and immediately tells what it is.  A Baby Chocobo!

 TO BE CONTINUED FOR LIKE AN HOUR OR 2!!

Continuation......Complete!

Drake picks up the small toddler and hand-feeds it meat.

"I want you outta here quickly, to be honest. So please heal up and hurry out.

For Info to join my quest, go to the topic *So you'd like to join my Planet?*  Please, BEFORE commenting.  commenting just to say something about the story is A-O-K!

Peace or Madness?

Your choice.