He raced ahead of the rest of the zergling pack, red gold eyes intent on the terran outpost ahead of him. His hard yellow hide rippled gently as he wove from side to side, skillfully dodging the bullets that the marines shot at him. Behind him he heard the cut off cries of pain from the other zerglings as they got hit with bullets, ending their lives in a pitiful rush that never made it to the outpost... all except for one lone, rather vicious zergling.
Fools all of them! Fools and cowards and weaklings! Double fools for not following my lead and zigzagging!
With a vicious roar, the zergling leaped at the marines, ending their lives with quick slashes of his blades, ignoring the blood that spouted all over his yellow hide, turning it almost the same color as his eyes.
He ignored the bunker that guarded the outpost, it was empty after all, so there was no point in attacking it while there was still live prey elsewhere. With another roar he charged into the base, leaping skillfully out of the way of another blast of gunfire as he did. With another bound he was at the marine's throats, slicing them to shreds with his viciously sharp cut-steel-like-butter blades.
He glanced around, noticing that there had been a few other zerglings who had survived, probably by burrowing out of sight, and that those zergling were destroying the buildings as quickly as they could, some getting cut down in the process by other marines.
Carefully, he crept up behind a marine and shredded him, instantly leaping to the next, and last, one. Exposing his sharp teeth in a vicious grin, he took his time with this final one.
"Your kind is fun to kill, human. Your threats of armies are empty, and even if they weren't, any army that is sent will die just like you."
Ever so carefully, he severed the man's arms, then legs, grinning evilly the entire time, his red gold eyes glinting with bloodlust. Falkrin reached out with his right blade and carved into the man's chest, carefully impaling the still beating heart on its point and watching with amusement as the man shuddered and died, his eyes wide open in pain.
Smiling contentedly, he sat down, letting the other zerglings take care of destroying the outpost completely as he carefully cleaned himself off with his tongue, reveling in the taste of the blood. Blood was good, it was one of the best substances in the entire universe, especially when it had the metallic taste of fear and pain.
He rose then, slowly, gracefully, ever alert to his surroundings. Danger came from all sides, one was wisest to always be aware of what could turn into danger... and remove it before it did.
Falkrin spun and bounded out of the outpost and back towards the hive cluster, followed by the few remaining zerglings. He was perhaps a bit bigger, stronger, quicker, and, most of all, smarter than them, and he was fiercely proud of that. He had survived more battles than anyone would admit, had more kills to his name than any other creature in any hive cluster. He was a survivor, and he intended to survive everything.
Even if it meant killing off other members of his brood.
He had to do that on occasion, sometimes against hydralisks, or other zerglings, once even against a mighty ultralisk.
That was a victory he was most proud of, even if the stupid creature hadn't had the sense to find a way to get him off of its back, instead of just running around while he sliced through its back. It took a lot to kill an ultralisk, and he had done so, easily.
He couldn't deal with fliers, though, and that was annoying.
Hrmph, I'll figure out how to deal with them eventually. And...
He leaped to one side, then quickly raced forward, dodging the spray of spines that some hydralisks had shot at him. They weren't of his brood though, so he felt even less remorse for having to kill them, after all, they were outsiders, outsiders that had tried to kill him.
With quick, efficient movements he had beheaded both before they could fire off another volley of spines. Hydralisks could always be replaced, as could zerglings and ultralisks, but he on the other hand, was one of a kind. No jumped up larva could ever turn into something as efficient and deadly as him, his combat experience was just something that could never be copied.
Cautiously Falkrin stalked into the hive cluster, watching for any sign of any other zerg of another brood.
It was very disappointing when he didn't find any more to kill, very disappointing.
There aren't nearly enough beings to kill on this blasted, forsaken planet. But yet I still have to run patrol, of all the boring things.
Casually, but still alert, he strolled through the cluster, exchanging greetings with some of the other land bound warriors, ignoring most, after all, they weren't worth anything.
Wonder when I'll get challenged, other zergling usually do so about now.
It was only his practice of ever staying alert that saved him from death. With a snarl he leapt forward, spinning in midair to land facing his opponent and leaping forward again, his front blades clashing against his opponent's blades. The other zergling slashed quickly, its blade a silvery blur in the air that Falkrin smoothly dodged
He slashed, quickly, efficiently, at his opponent's neck, his eyes registering every movement the other made. His opponent wasn't quite as good at dodging, and Falkrin grinned as he opened his opponent's side up with a nice, long, not very shallow gash.
Twisting easily out of the reach other's blades, he sliced at the zergling's leg, opening another shallow gash there. His opponent shrieked, its leg collapsing under its weight, effectively crippling it. But that wasn't enough for him, it was never enough.
Still grinning savagely, he leaped onto the other, pinning it beneath him easily.
"Stupidity gets more killed than anything else," he snarled, loud enough for the rest of the zerg to hear him, "and it was more than stupid to try to jump me. Maybe this lesson will be one you all can remember."
With that, he coldly sliced the other's blades and legs off, baring his teeth in a vicious grin that all the rest of the zerg backed away from. Turning, Falkrin bounded calmly off to start his patrol, leaving the shrill shrieks of the slowly dieing zergling behind him.
The best way to prove a point is by violence, even better if you get to do it yourself. And the best is if you can prove that point in front of an audience. Ahh, how I love the smell of fear in the air.
He settled into a quick lope as he ran his patrol, alert as ever. Anything that showed its head was going to be killed by a rather large, rather violent zergling. Or if there were too many, he'd lead them right into a line of defense and slip off that way. One thing he did know was that, when outnumbered, it was much better to run and let another group take care of them. The whole zerglings as suicide warriors didn't sit well with him, since he was rather attached to his hide and preferred to see it kept intact instead of full of bullet holes.
He saw movement out of the corner of his eye, some sort of snake was looking around. With a growl he leaped at it, claws out and blades poised, only to land on bare ground, the head having darted away quicker than he had thought possible.
Falkrin darted out of the way of the snakelike head as it tried to bite at him, only to have to twist out of the way of a red, crowned head that tried to take a bite out of him. With a snarled curse, he leaped back out of the way of even more heads.
What IS this thing? He thought, slashing with his blades at some of the less cautious of the heads.
::I am Dohosh, a hydra, and what are you? Some sort of insect?::
Falkrin snarled at the creature's attitude, growling out loud, "I'm not an insect, I'm a zergling, and you'd better get yourself away from here, or I'll personally chop those many heads of yours off."
The great red and black hydra laughed at that, a laugh echoed by a pure black upright creature who had come around behind Falkrin.
"You have nerve, zergling, to threaten Dohosh."
Falkrin snarled and launched himself at the second creature, managing to get in a few slashes with his blades and claws before being pinned to the ground by the large Dohosh.
"Nerve and fighting ability," the creature remarked, "I think you might do very well at the hatching. Wouldn't he, Dohosh."
::I agree, he would.::
"Hatching? Of what?" Falkrin growled as he tried to get free, only to get pressed into the ground harder.
"Of the eggs that Dohosh has fathered, they need strong fighting candidates who don't mind killing."
"Tell your hydra-beast to let me up, then, I'll go," Falkrin growled.
::Good choice, zergling.::
::It's Falkrin. And the threat still stands, I will chop your many heads off, especially if you don't let me up.::
::Tsk, I doubt you could do that, but I'll let you up anyway.::
Dohosh took his paw away, and Falkrin got quickly to his feet, glaring up at the big hydra.
"Come on, then, Falkrin," the black creature said as he walked up to Falkrin, who came up to the black, winged being's waist, "And the name's Silent Wind."
With easy movements, Silent Wind mounted then looked down at Falkrin, who leaped up behind him with one easy bound, gripping Silent Wind with his foreclaws and settling down as best he could.
With a mighty leap, Dohosh sprang into the air and hovered for a bit, then flashed between.
He watched with narrowed eyes as the vicious hy-dragons started hatching, most of them fighting the minute they entered the world. Falkrin crouched on the sands as he waited for his bond to emerge from the eggs, wary of the hatchlings.
And for good reason, he snarled and snapped at a hatchling colored blue with red stripes as it attacked him lightning fast. Growling, he defended himself and beat back the beast as best he could, having some trouble. Another candidate came up behind the hatchling and lifted it up off the ground and gave it a talking too, as he glared up at the stupid beast.
The now bonded pair walked off the sands, and he turned his attention back to the eggs, grumbling to himself.
A while longer passed without any of the other hy-dragons approaching him, to attack or bond.
After a purple with black spots had hatched then walked off the sands with his bond, several more eggs hatch, the first, a low slung red and black with one head and six head nubs, meaning that this one would be a vicious seven headed hy-dragon when he reached adulthood. Three other dragons hatched soon after, a black/green that looked much like her mother, a strange orange, red, and black dragon, and a pure black one.
The red/black seemed to be heading towards his bond when, out of the blue, the orange/red/black attacked him. They rolled snarling about the sands before they ran into Falkrin.
Quickly, he started snarling and snapping at the orange/red/black one until she retreated. Meanwhile, the red/black one had stood up and shook himself to get rid of the sand on his hide.
::I was on my way over here when that horrible creature attacked me. I say we kill it.::
Falkrin licked his lips and his sharp claws gleamed in the low light. "That is a good idea, Pandis."
"You would have to get through me first," growled the part-feline Tiger Lily.
Falkrin smiled toothily. "Fine then. Have it your way." The zergling launched himself at the felinoid who toppled over under his weight. Falkrin had only managed to scratch her up a little when she used her long and powerful legs to heave him off. Things were about to get extremly messy when Blank jumped in between the two of them, swords in each of his hands and eyes blazing.
"Both of you would have to go through me and I am the champion of my world." The two fighters slunk off with their bonds following.
::I don't like that stupid man.::
"Me neither," he growled back as Pandis gulped down bloody, red meat.
::When I'm grown, lets kill him, and others.::
Falkrin bared his teeth, "We'll leave a trail of blood that a blind man could follow."
Pandis roared his approval at that thought, then returned to filling his face.
The two of them stalked after a group of protoss, Pandis from the air and Falkrin from the ground. Suddenly, as one, they struck.
Falkrin leaped into the group, his blades slicing through shields and armor, dealing more damage to the protoss than they were used to from a zergling. Stunned for a minute, their reaction time suffered, that's where it all went down hill...
Pandis dived out of the air like a bomb, a seven headed bomb of death. His dragon head's mouth opened, and a tongue of fire shot from it, searing a protoss and killing it. He landed amidst the chaos he and his bond had created, and started using his claws and heads to slowly rip every single protoss unit there apart.
Blue protoss 'blood' splattered everywhere, staining his and his bond's hides, and the screams of the dieing protoss echoed through the area horribly.
Pandis roared, and Falkrin did the same, scattering the few remaining protoss like leaves in the wind.
But that wasn't enough, it was never enough.
Snarling, they split apart, both chasing down group after group of protoss. Limbs were severed and the limbless protoss left there to die slowly. Some had the quick, painful death of their hearts being torn out, others were fried in Pandis's flame breath, or had their spines snapped or crushed by the weight of either.
The carnage went on for what seemed like hours, but was only barely an hour. And within that amount of time, the massive army of six dozen protoss warriors was reduced to nothing. The plain was soaked with blue blood, with only tiny splashes of either Falkrin's or Pandis's.
::We have done good, this time.:: Pandis growled out as he surveyed the carnage, pleased with himself and his bond.
"We have done good," Falkrin smiled viciously.
::How about doing something else for a short time? Like... a flight, a dark flight for mating.::
"Why, and where."
::Why? Because I feel some of my kin there, and also some other dark dragons. Where? I don't know, but I can find it.::
Falkrin smiled slightly, "If it's what you wish, then lead me to it."
With that he lept up onto Pandis's back and crouched there, holding on with his claws as Pandis lept into the air, oriented on his feeling and slid between to where it was.
As they arrived, Pandis growled happily as he saw the large, violent golden beauty called Diosama there, along with several other of his clutch mates, male and female.
::It will be a good flight, he growled softly to his bond, I can feel it.::
"As good as the fighting was?"
::Better.:: He answered with a smug, happy growl.