The Brutes of Planet Moiromma [Episode #2 ] "Morg the Hunter"
The Brutes of Planet Moiromma
[Part of the: Cadaverous Planets]
Episode #2
In:
Morg the Hunter: of Planet Moiromma
Tangor, Space Traveler
1
Ville
Morg, of Moiromma, was a great hunter in the cold lands of the planet, He was only beaten once in a fight also, and by non other than Kahg, who almost became king of the planet. Now gone somewhere in the universe, somewhere in the Black Galaxy it was said, perhaps the Gray Planet (the very one Siren had been stranded one.) He hunted the great Reptilian-walruses (whom weighed some 2000-pounds, and had tusks several feet long, they were captured and used, for the mud arena battles (similar to earth’s gladiators days, one might point out, if they could make comparisons); in what was named by Tangor, Brutes Ville; in last of the town-let having no name. He was a loner and somewhat of mystery. His father being none other than ob, Tangor killed who fought with Kahg, for the kingship of Moiromma, and both, along with a loudmouth spectator. In any case, he held no grudges, and Yob was last here to have been on earth, thus, it was perhaps a day to have been killed for him, earth being more suitable, as far as living conditions went than Moiromma.
During the last great battles of the Brutes, it happened to be Morg was present, and he watched Tangor, as well as the stranger that annoyed him behind him, and how he battled with his father and Kahg. He was somewhat impressed with his skill. Nonetheless, he held no grudges against Tangor. Brutes Ville, but he had his eye on something more than the battle that day, he was hoping his father would win, and perhaps he’d be king thereafter.
There was a thunderous sound coming down the slopes, to the nearby valley, and then the rattling of the huts of the 15,000 residents in the Ville, the sound was a booming sound, ‘boom-boom,’ it made the earth vibrate, and made the inhabitants a trifle curious, to the point they all let their above to see what was happening. There they stood at the edge of town, their faces split into shock, spellbound, everyone was terrified, and it is hard for a Moirommalit’s to get terrified, believe you me. Here they saw two-hundred or more mysterious looking creatures –a gray maze, blobs coming down, snow flying about like dust, and the Hunter, as they called Morg, was leading them right toothier town-let.
2
Stamped
The Moirommalit’s had never seen a stamped for the most part, and the idea came, somewhat came, from Tangor’s stamping into the mud arena, and suddenly killing everyone, and taking a spectator with him. So Morg got the idea, and reversed it. He took 200-prize beasts out of the Arctic region, total weight over 40,000 pounds of muscle, and blubber coming down upon to the village, it would devastate it, and its inhabitants, like Tangor did in the arena. Surprise and overwhelming odds would do it, Morg told himself.
He was the greatest hunter the planet had, and the beasts feared him, that he’d kill their children unrepentantly, when they were sleeping, he often did that anyways, and somehow he got this across to the beasts, if they would not help him, and perhaps he’d leave them alone for a spell thereafter. In any case, they were coming down a slop of sorts, now in the valley coming towards their homes (more like huts), sliding like penguins on ice.
Just inches away from the edge of the Ville, Morg stopped the beasts, whom had massive fins, two in the front and two in the back; long necks, and a huge rounded body with a back extended (Reptilian-walruses).
“Make me king!” he demanded of the people, or ill hove all the village smashed, and those of you here along with it.”
(The Ville had no choice, it would be half of the planets doom should they not heed his words. Behind the village was the caves, they could run into them, and in the tunnels, but could not last forever there, and when they came out the beasts would be hungry. So grisly, they accepted his terms, and he became king. And thus, a new kingdom was born.
Note: Written at El Parquetito’s (during lunch), Lima (Miraflores), Peru, 11/11/2006
[Part of the: Cadaverous Planets]
Episode #2
In:
Morg the Hunter: of Planet Moiromma
Tangor, Space Traveler
1
Ville
Morg, of Moiromma, was a great hunter in the cold lands of the planet, He was only beaten once in a fight also, and by non other than Kahg, who almost became king of the planet. Now gone somewhere in the universe, somewhere in the Black Galaxy it was said, perhaps the Gray Planet (the very one Siren had been stranded one.) He hunted the great Reptilian-walruses (whom weighed some 2000-pounds, and had tusks several feet long, they were captured and used, for the mud arena battles (similar to earth’s gladiators days, one might point out, if they could make comparisons); in what was named by Tangor, Brutes Ville; in last of the town-let having no name. He was a loner and somewhat of mystery. His father being none other than ob, Tangor killed who fought with Kahg, for the kingship of Moiromma, and both, along with a loudmouth spectator. In any case, he held no grudges, and Yob was last here to have been on earth, thus, it was perhaps a day to have been killed for him, earth being more suitable, as far as living conditions went than Moiromma.
During the last great battles of the Brutes, it happened to be Morg was present, and he watched Tangor, as well as the stranger that annoyed him behind him, and how he battled with his father and Kahg. He was somewhat impressed with his skill. Nonetheless, he held no grudges against Tangor. Brutes Ville, but he had his eye on something more than the battle that day, he was hoping his father would win, and perhaps he’d be king thereafter.
There was a thunderous sound coming down the slopes, to the nearby valley, and then the rattling of the huts of the 15,000 residents in the Ville, the sound was a booming sound, ‘boom-boom,’ it made the earth vibrate, and made the inhabitants a trifle curious, to the point they all let their above to see what was happening. There they stood at the edge of town, their faces split into shock, spellbound, everyone was terrified, and it is hard for a Moirommalit’s to get terrified, believe you me. Here they saw two-hundred or more mysterious looking creatures –a gray maze, blobs coming down, snow flying about like dust, and the Hunter, as they called Morg, was leading them right toothier town-let.
2
Stamped
The Moirommalit’s had never seen a stamped for the most part, and the idea came, somewhat came, from Tangor’s stamping into the mud arena, and suddenly killing everyone, and taking a spectator with him. So Morg got the idea, and reversed it. He took 200-prize beasts out of the Arctic region, total weight over 40,000 pounds of muscle, and blubber coming down upon to the village, it would devastate it, and its inhabitants, like Tangor did in the arena. Surprise and overwhelming odds would do it, Morg told himself.
He was the greatest hunter the planet had, and the beasts feared him, that he’d kill their children unrepentantly, when they were sleeping, he often did that anyways, and somehow he got this across to the beasts, if they would not help him, and perhaps he’d leave them alone for a spell thereafter. In any case, they were coming down a slop of sorts, now in the valley coming towards their homes (more like huts), sliding like penguins on ice.
Just inches away from the edge of the Ville, Morg stopped the beasts, whom had massive fins, two in the front and two in the back; long necks, and a huge rounded body with a back extended (Reptilian-walruses).
“Make me king!” he demanded of the people, or ill hove all the village smashed, and those of you here along with it.”
(The Ville had no choice, it would be half of the planets doom should they not heed his words. Behind the village was the caves, they could run into them, and in the tunnels, but could not last forever there, and when they came out the beasts would be hungry. So grisly, they accepted his terms, and he became king. And thus, a new kingdom was born.
Note: Written at El Parquetito’s (during lunch), Lima (Miraflores), Peru, 11/11/2006
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