12-05-2006, 06:53 PM
Vejita slumped upon the village wall with only his brain in possession of activity. The effects of war were tumbling upon the king's shoulders with disregard with such an extensive amount. His thoughts were inconsistant with the predictable theme however; neglecting the agonizing strolls of undirected movements and the lingering thoughts of satisfaction due to the salivation of a chilling liquid enriching his tongue with it's delicate moisture. No, these effects were shuffled into obscurity and overwhelmed with brute strength by the overshadowing reminder of his previous endeavors. The strength that murmured it's hypnotising and authoritive voice upon his ears with a passion that chilled his very bones.
All known fibers of the saiya-jin warrior were screeching at a shattering volume of intensity in demand for this power. The super saiya-jin strength was the unattainable and unapproachable chunk of him that had been dissected and obstructed of it's usuage. A device had been shackled upon his neck with its only goal in binding the powers he once held, compelling an unseen bow of submissiveness before his abducters by him.
King Vejita's logic was misconstrewed without the capability of reparations. He percieved the super saiya-jin strength as the level at which would project him into a status of immortality. It was an ascension that mocked above him with his fingers inching to clasp such an amazing power. It was undetermined whether this was due to the eternal legend branding it's significance into his brain and subjecting King Vejita eternally to view its power at this false magnitude. Perhaps, this was his determination to reestablish an equal power to subsitute for his kingship. Even though, with all of the emotions that had constructed and brewed beneath the inner chambers of his soul, he had embraced a splendid power with grace and dignity long ago. Unfortunately, the powers that he had been snatched of him, consisted of the super saiya-jin strength.
His brain was resuming with these ideas that were swelling his brain and shunning the glorious sight of Port Karolin, or so he tried. The villagers smiles were graciously inviting with absolute compassion, but not through the eyes of Vejita I. The saiya-jin's pupils zoomed accurately with a squint that outlined the wrinkles below his eyes. He viewed only deciete and a lack of loyalty, which were provoking the undying animosity that seemed to be constructing in him. It branched outwards throughout his entire self, clinging to the compassion that he once possessed and entangling it upon strangling without an inch of breath. The butcherings of the men of Syntech, Zarbon, were manipulating his thought process. Their demise could only soldify his arrogance and mental visualization of the former Vejita I that witheld authority over his race so long ago. The sensation of glory however had been abolished.
In what was originally percieved as an amazing accomplishment had been molded and formed into the initiation of a presence of utter darkness. "Am I truly ashamed of this...this...feeling? My brain swells of its 'poison', while my heart is enriched of its power. The darkness guides me unwillingly, but the dream - it spoke with such passion. It foretold of my power and its resurrection; could I really deny this feeling? If with this hatred I shall assume the strength of legend to my people once again, then I'll accept it with open arms. Let my craving for blood be greeted without question." His lips were only enabled of a murmur with his energy limited under the harsh conditions of this war. King Vejita's arms resided in their casual style, tucked securely underneath one another with his back leaning upon a village structure.
Slumber, starvation, and thirst were inflicting themselves upon him, but only this dispicable craving was entitled of his focus. It was his only neccessity.
OOC: Shitty RP, I know. Oonly n it 2 stai aliv. If one of you wants to talk to me, go for it.
All known fibers of the saiya-jin warrior were screeching at a shattering volume of intensity in demand for this power. The super saiya-jin strength was the unattainable and unapproachable chunk of him that had been dissected and obstructed of it's usuage. A device had been shackled upon his neck with its only goal in binding the powers he once held, compelling an unseen bow of submissiveness before his abducters by him.
King Vejita's logic was misconstrewed without the capability of reparations. He percieved the super saiya-jin strength as the level at which would project him into a status of immortality. It was an ascension that mocked above him with his fingers inching to clasp such an amazing power. It was undetermined whether this was due to the eternal legend branding it's significance into his brain and subjecting King Vejita eternally to view its power at this false magnitude. Perhaps, this was his determination to reestablish an equal power to subsitute for his kingship. Even though, with all of the emotions that had constructed and brewed beneath the inner chambers of his soul, he had embraced a splendid power with grace and dignity long ago. Unfortunately, the powers that he had been snatched of him, consisted of the super saiya-jin strength.
His brain was resuming with these ideas that were swelling his brain and shunning the glorious sight of Port Karolin, or so he tried. The villagers smiles were graciously inviting with absolute compassion, but not through the eyes of Vejita I. The saiya-jin's pupils zoomed accurately with a squint that outlined the wrinkles below his eyes. He viewed only deciete and a lack of loyalty, which were provoking the undying animosity that seemed to be constructing in him. It branched outwards throughout his entire self, clinging to the compassion that he once possessed and entangling it upon strangling without an inch of breath. The butcherings of the men of Syntech, Zarbon, were manipulating his thought process. Their demise could only soldify his arrogance and mental visualization of the former Vejita I that witheld authority over his race so long ago. The sensation of glory however had been abolished.
In what was originally percieved as an amazing accomplishment had been molded and formed into the initiation of a presence of utter darkness. "Am I truly ashamed of this...this...feeling? My brain swells of its 'poison', while my heart is enriched of its power. The darkness guides me unwillingly, but the dream - it spoke with such passion. It foretold of my power and its resurrection; could I really deny this feeling? If with this hatred I shall assume the strength of legend to my people once again, then I'll accept it with open arms. Let my craving for blood be greeted without question." His lips were only enabled of a murmur with his energy limited under the harsh conditions of this war. King Vejita's arms resided in their casual style, tucked securely underneath one another with his back leaning upon a village structure.
Slumber, starvation, and thirst were inflicting themselves upon him, but only this dispicable craving was entitled of his focus. It was his only neccessity.
OOC: Shitty RP, I know. Oonly n it 2 stai aliv. If one of you wants to talk to me, go for it.