The Lonely Sentinel
Posted By: sleepingdragon80<neodragonlvr@hotmail.com>
Date: 15 June 2006, 8:58 pm
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Standing alone atop the ice cold tower,,
A place the Prophets say holds much power.
A single jackal the Covanant trust,
The duty of guarding a simple bust.
-What might this be?- the jackal said with scorn
-That the Prophets need a guard on this horn.
I could wager my dinner it's some sort of key,
But what hole it would fit I could not see.-
Little did that jackal know, that there was danger near,
Even his keen hearing did not steer
Him towards a foe,
Who walked with tentacles and bulbous body aglow.
The jackal whirled around but was too late,
The Flood lept and, with tentacles great,
Latched on and tapped his spine without furthur ado.
The jackal was quickley changed and infection forms grew.
About 1 hour later his replacement came, and
Found the jackals head bloated and tentacles for hands.
The jackal replacement turned and fled,
Back to the Elite who had a mis-shapen head.
The Elite followed the frightened jackal back,
And took some Grunts, who came in a pack.
The Elite found the jackal almost flood,
And sealed him in a glass case and took some blood.
They studied the jackal as he changed,
And found he acted like it was deranged.
The carrior form kept battering at his box,
So the Elite constantly checked the lock.
Many hours passed and the carrior popped,
Releasing infestion forms that were easily stopped.
The other jackals passed the story on,
And jackals, from now on, kept their guard on.
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