11-28-2006, 01:08 PM
That twisted sensation seemed to seep into his veins, consuming his soul to extinguish of all known forms of compassion. The thirst of blood was his only fascination and objectives. This was the moment that the saiya-jin warrior had patiently awaited, the commencement of his former self. All known handicaps of emotion and anything that would object to him salivating in the putrid mutilated and bloodied corpses of this army was abandoned.
Only the potential horrors of war were transmitted through the vision of King Vejita. The impending Syntech force that resided an unknown quantity of cliches from their position was irrelevant, the shrouding dimness that almost concealed the reassurant view of his own blemished hand, nor was the unidentifying creature that seemed to wield a command over these opposing soldiers.
This "Retane" and his armies were dwarfed in similarities to King Vejita's, but this literally obvious fact could only augment the option of massacring these warriors. It soothed his soul, almost cleansing him of all the errors that the world had bestowed upon him. The grains of time had seized and seemed to pause almost as if to spectate this glorious battlefield. The hours of pleasure were now void and only war set upon his brain.
Vejita I's heart began to be induced with so much energy, pacing at an abnormal rate with this thoughts being drilled forth into his brain. The saiya-jin's pours were unleashing beads of sweat primarily derived from his temple to moisten his widows peak. He inched himself further to the armies of Syntech without hesitation. Trepidation had been shuffled into the most unseen regions of himself and now only adrenaline was present.
The saiya-jin's form was composed of nothing more than a impatient fighting stance. With his back hunched over and veins swelling upon his muscules, that were exposed completely due to his adrenaline, his limbs were slightly extended to opposing directions. His fingers curled almost as if he was physically seizing the attack that his brain was producing; one of which could snatch the very throat of man without effort.
He was obviously set upon obliterating these creatures, particually the suggested "commander" since it seemed as though to be his own duty. "Let those that grant us life, be our protectors. But realize this; the fires of hell will be open to this realm before the armies of Dante to surrender. Allow me to introduce to this army the man beneath the shadows of insecurities and wounded emotions, the man known as King Vejita. Vejita I is no more, the king has once again returned, and the throne of Dante's Abyss is what I shall claim."
With that statement, the former king was enriched with rage. He had, with absolute intent, placed a weight of strain upon himself to establish himself as the dominant saiya-jin warrior that once existed so many years prior to this day.
OOC: Coolios.
Only the potential horrors of war were transmitted through the vision of King Vejita. The impending Syntech force that resided an unknown quantity of cliches from their position was irrelevant, the shrouding dimness that almost concealed the reassurant view of his own blemished hand, nor was the unidentifying creature that seemed to wield a command over these opposing soldiers.
This "Retane" and his armies were dwarfed in similarities to King Vejita's, but this literally obvious fact could only augment the option of massacring these warriors. It soothed his soul, almost cleansing him of all the errors that the world had bestowed upon him. The grains of time had seized and seemed to pause almost as if to spectate this glorious battlefield. The hours of pleasure were now void and only war set upon his brain.
Vejita I's heart began to be induced with so much energy, pacing at an abnormal rate with this thoughts being drilled forth into his brain. The saiya-jin's pours were unleashing beads of sweat primarily derived from his temple to moisten his widows peak. He inched himself further to the armies of Syntech without hesitation. Trepidation had been shuffled into the most unseen regions of himself and now only adrenaline was present.
The saiya-jin's form was composed of nothing more than a impatient fighting stance. With his back hunched over and veins swelling upon his muscules, that were exposed completely due to his adrenaline, his limbs were slightly extended to opposing directions. His fingers curled almost as if he was physically seizing the attack that his brain was producing; one of which could snatch the very throat of man without effort.
He was obviously set upon obliterating these creatures, particually the suggested "commander" since it seemed as though to be his own duty. "Let those that grant us life, be our protectors. But realize this; the fires of hell will be open to this realm before the armies of Dante to surrender. Allow me to introduce to this army the man beneath the shadows of insecurities and wounded emotions, the man known as King Vejita. Vejita I is no more, the king has once again returned, and the throne of Dante's Abyss is what I shall claim."
With that statement, the former king was enriched with rage. He had, with absolute intent, placed a weight of strain upon himself to establish himself as the dominant saiya-jin warrior that once existed so many years prior to this day.
OOC: Coolios.