The Dirty Alien Races' Gods
"Mighty one, my name is Trunk."
The first to speak was that giant. His voice was so deep and strong, it made my entire body shake from the vibrations coming from his big mouth.
"Call me lord," I corrected him, "and Trunk… indeed a suited name for someone like you."
"Thanks lord."
"What about you?" I looked at the Shader. Compared to Trunk, this dude was a dwarf.
He was slightly longer than me, slim arms, slim upper half, yet starting from his waist everything changed.
He has strange bulky muscles in his legs. His body looks disproportionate in my eyes. But just a single look at his legs gave me the impression of how fast he was.
As he stood there, he was surrounded with blackness. It was still sunny and light shone all over the world in a bright way, except over this dude and a small area of one metre radius around him.
Amidst such a dimly lit environment, his dark red eyes shone in strange lustre. He wasn't weak, not at all!