12-30-2006, 03:11 PM
Day 32. The days dwindled at a sluggish pace with the hours blurring together. Time was a unfocused upon in the process of sacrificing your well-being and in this instance, the thousands of lives upon your very shoulders. Their was no dramatic speech unleashed from the unzealous lips of the saiya-jin commander, infact, not even a word that be formulated in his brain to describe this event. The implication of significance in this battle was not exchanged between commanders, but both were aware of the circumstances at hand.
Dante forces were diverse in their beliefs now, no longer relishing in the brilliance of their invulnerability. Instead, their faults were acknowledged through the battle of Hyperton Fortress with the masses of their troops being slaughtered with disregard to mercy. Sanguine Castle was however a symbol of this group's abilities to reconcil their bravery and to omit all of their misfortunes. Death or failure could not be deliberated, but only the inevitable success in battle.
Vejita I peered with his eyes inching to sustain visuals of the castle before him. Deprivation of sleep had affected his mentality and it was shown with every defining wrinkle underneath his eyes. With his pupils splotched of crimson, he envisioned the possibility of victory in the dorment layers of his mind. Succession was demanded upon by him, and he demanded it from his soldiers as well. The structure however seemed to gawk above him with menacing intent, providing slight doubt of his groups power in this battle. His fingers glided eagerly down his auburn chin to rummage throughout the mane.
Vejita's stance could only be percieved as a high-ranking officer, and he was almost commanding of his own assassination to the members of the Outcast army in doing so. However, the shabby attire he was dressed in was conflicting with this assumption. He positioned himself only inches between the suggested markings of "sniper range", almost taunting Cell Jr and his unit in the process of these idle moments.
The commander's aura was shaded with the combination of bizarre colors; the gold, crimson, and dim tent all reminders of the variations of power he once withheld: Kaiou-ken, super saiya-jin, and this undying hatred that was accumulating. He denied the urge to relinquish his position and only presented a daunting expression with his lips puckering to the brisk air. Although he was unwilling to express his typical motivational speech to the immobile forces of Dante, his rebellious nature was sufficient. King Vejita, even in his unenthused state, was almost tempted to march into the Outcasts castle and yield all strategy to devour the cowardice soul of Cell Jr, forever.
The faces of his fellow soldiers still were attached to his every thought; obviously the darkness dwelling in his soul had yet to be called upon. However, its presence was almost certain of introduction while it could only assemble the control over Vejita as it did so in Hyperton. The scent of war was tingling in its nostrils, provoking it of its splendor. The saiya-jin, unfortunately, could only express glee for its awakening.
OOC: I'll post actually fighting later today. =O
Dante forces were diverse in their beliefs now, no longer relishing in the brilliance of their invulnerability. Instead, their faults were acknowledged through the battle of Hyperton Fortress with the masses of their troops being slaughtered with disregard to mercy. Sanguine Castle was however a symbol of this group's abilities to reconcil their bravery and to omit all of their misfortunes. Death or failure could not be deliberated, but only the inevitable success in battle.
Vejita I peered with his eyes inching to sustain visuals of the castle before him. Deprivation of sleep had affected his mentality and it was shown with every defining wrinkle underneath his eyes. With his pupils splotched of crimson, he envisioned the possibility of victory in the dorment layers of his mind. Succession was demanded upon by him, and he demanded it from his soldiers as well. The structure however seemed to gawk above him with menacing intent, providing slight doubt of his groups power in this battle. His fingers glided eagerly down his auburn chin to rummage throughout the mane.
Vejita's stance could only be percieved as a high-ranking officer, and he was almost commanding of his own assassination to the members of the Outcast army in doing so. However, the shabby attire he was dressed in was conflicting with this assumption. He positioned himself only inches between the suggested markings of "sniper range", almost taunting Cell Jr and his unit in the process of these idle moments.
The commander's aura was shaded with the combination of bizarre colors; the gold, crimson, and dim tent all reminders of the variations of power he once withheld: Kaiou-ken, super saiya-jin, and this undying hatred that was accumulating. He denied the urge to relinquish his position and only presented a daunting expression with his lips puckering to the brisk air. Although he was unwilling to express his typical motivational speech to the immobile forces of Dante, his rebellious nature was sufficient. King Vejita, even in his unenthused state, was almost tempted to march into the Outcasts castle and yield all strategy to devour the cowardice soul of Cell Jr, forever.
The faces of his fellow soldiers still were attached to his every thought; obviously the darkness dwelling in his soul had yet to be called upon. However, its presence was almost certain of introduction while it could only assemble the control over Vejita as it did so in Hyperton. The scent of war was tingling in its nostrils, provoking it of its splendor. The saiya-jin, unfortunately, could only express glee for its awakening.
OOC: I'll post actually fighting later today. =O