Post by dobby on Jun 13, 2015 11:28:38 GMT -7
The lone prince stood in the arena, his dark clothing blowing in the breeze. He looked pretty badass, however he was a goblin underneath the nice clothing. He was the prince of the goblins of this strange world, or so he claims. He stood tall, at a humanoid size, and wore a black cape with a hood, shoulder pads, a black shirt, grey pants, and very shiny silver boots. He also had many silver accessories all around, and a silver belt.
The sun beat down as he waited for his opponent. It had only been 5 minutes, however he felt that it had been a few hours. He wanted to complain, but didn't for now.
No one really cheered for him in the audience, however they just were murmuring and buying hot dogs or the usual stuff people do before the show starts. There were some of the small goblins here and there however, and a few wore tribal clothing while the others had a more medieval look. But they were just as busy as the rest of the audience, and they munched down on food and slurped down their drinks before the show started.
The goblin prince knew that they would be excited for him to win the fight, but looking at them all eating made him hungry. He refused to place a hand on his stomach, and had to resist complaining. How come he didn't get food? He was going to fight the match.
The prince looked on sadly, and waited for his opponent to reveal themselves as the audience began to settle down.
The sun beat down as he waited for his opponent. It had only been 5 minutes, however he felt that it had been a few hours. He wanted to complain, but didn't for now.
No one really cheered for him in the audience, however they just were murmuring and buying hot dogs or the usual stuff people do before the show starts. There were some of the small goblins here and there however, and a few wore tribal clothing while the others had a more medieval look. But they were just as busy as the rest of the audience, and they munched down on food and slurped down their drinks before the show started.
The goblin prince knew that they would be excited for him to win the fight, but looking at them all eating made him hungry. He refused to place a hand on his stomach, and had to resist complaining. How come he didn't get food? He was going to fight the match.
The prince looked on sadly, and waited for his opponent to reveal themselves as the audience began to settle down.
