Clicks
15-12-04, 05:36 PM
Hope you all enjoy this, I enjoyed writing it and may or may not continue it (i'm not sure yet)
SHOWTIME: Symphony of the Ogre
Odwill stepped onto the stage, out infront of him, hundreds of little faces of every shape, size and color glanced back, their multicolored eyes probing every inch of his blue skinned body . Bright stage lights flooded his eyes and besides him, he heard the familiar whisper of his second head.
"One, two. One two three four."
Behind him, a cymbal crashed and the bass began pumping, Odwill lunged forward, knocking the steely microphone of it's hold and spinning to catch it in one fluid movement, he burst into song.
"There's a lot of names that i've been called,
While wandering through this harsh terrain.
An ogre, beast who needs a sword,
Punctured through his duel-small brain.
But never in my wanderings,
Have I let such insults halt,
My murders, death and plunderings,
Which are as such my lifes result."
The cymbal crashed again and Odwill danced around the stage. The crowd roared with delight as the monstrous ogre cart-wheeled over the floor. The microphone flew up into the air, the slight buzz of static floating into the ears of viewers before Odwills second head caught it and burst into his own rendition of song.
"But Odwill, my fine friend by head,
It seems they have a valid reason,
To hunt or skins and want us dead,
Before it comes to plunder season.
Because of course, we steal their kids,
And send their kept livestock to hell,
That is why they want us rid,
And lets not forget our horrid smell."
The crowd laughed heartily and clapped as the ogre continued it's two-hop around the stage, they spun and flipped until eventually, they emerged from an airborne spin with two microphones, the heads moved together and sung in a simultaneous bellow.
"But being brothers, we're excused,
From being skinned and tortured.
Our skin does not become your shoes,
Nor a blue hat for your head.
Because we have a talent so,
That some call 'crowdment pleasin'
Our singing is thought by our kin,
To be the highest treason.
But since that we respect our roots,
We earn our brethren quite a throw,
By dressing them in pretty suits,
And letting them eat out our shows."
The ogre finished with a sinister wave of his hand, the crowd rose to applaud them, night elves, trolls and humans all roared their approval. But the cry was cut off as deathly shrieks began, ogres were emerging from all around the guests, striking them down and feasting on their flesh. Warriors reached for their weapons only to find they had been collected in the foyer. Dismay reigned as chaos filled the hall. The doors were barred and locked and the disgusting gurgle of the ogres feast was the only sound that could be heard.
Out the back, Odwill stepped down from the stage doors, making sure to bar them behind him. Once down the stairs, he turned to his second head,
"Good show, tonight."
The head nodded,
"I thought I might have gone off key for the final verse but you patched it up well."
Both heads nodded at each other, before roaming their way through the forest and onto their next show.
SHOWTIME: Symphony of the Ogre
Odwill stepped onto the stage, out infront of him, hundreds of little faces of every shape, size and color glanced back, their multicolored eyes probing every inch of his blue skinned body . Bright stage lights flooded his eyes and besides him, he heard the familiar whisper of his second head.
"One, two. One two three four."
Behind him, a cymbal crashed and the bass began pumping, Odwill lunged forward, knocking the steely microphone of it's hold and spinning to catch it in one fluid movement, he burst into song.
"There's a lot of names that i've been called,
While wandering through this harsh terrain.
An ogre, beast who needs a sword,
Punctured through his duel-small brain.
But never in my wanderings,
Have I let such insults halt,
My murders, death and plunderings,
Which are as such my lifes result."
The cymbal crashed again and Odwill danced around the stage. The crowd roared with delight as the monstrous ogre cart-wheeled over the floor. The microphone flew up into the air, the slight buzz of static floating into the ears of viewers before Odwills second head caught it and burst into his own rendition of song.
"But Odwill, my fine friend by head,
It seems they have a valid reason,
To hunt or skins and want us dead,
Before it comes to plunder season.
Because of course, we steal their kids,
And send their kept livestock to hell,
That is why they want us rid,
And lets not forget our horrid smell."
The crowd laughed heartily and clapped as the ogre continued it's two-hop around the stage, they spun and flipped until eventually, they emerged from an airborne spin with two microphones, the heads moved together and sung in a simultaneous bellow.
"But being brothers, we're excused,
From being skinned and tortured.
Our skin does not become your shoes,
Nor a blue hat for your head.
Because we have a talent so,
That some call 'crowdment pleasin'
Our singing is thought by our kin,
To be the highest treason.
But since that we respect our roots,
We earn our brethren quite a throw,
By dressing them in pretty suits,
And letting them eat out our shows."
The ogre finished with a sinister wave of his hand, the crowd rose to applaud them, night elves, trolls and humans all roared their approval. But the cry was cut off as deathly shrieks began, ogres were emerging from all around the guests, striking them down and feasting on their flesh. Warriors reached for their weapons only to find they had been collected in the foyer. Dismay reigned as chaos filled the hall. The doors were barred and locked and the disgusting gurgle of the ogres feast was the only sound that could be heard.
Out the back, Odwill stepped down from the stage doors, making sure to bar them behind him. Once down the stairs, he turned to his second head,
"Good show, tonight."
The head nodded,
"I thought I might have gone off key for the final verse but you patched it up well."
Both heads nodded at each other, before roaming their way through the forest and onto their next show.