01-05-2007, 03:35 PM
All senses were nulled of usage with the sight of the war blurring into grains of vibrant shades. Vejita's eyes twitched rather frequently in reference to the eruption of artillery detonating alongside of him. The commander's thoughts were dwelling of his own potential demise; depression sleakly seeping into his brain with the contemplation of the Dante forces being overtaken. The saiya-jin's injuries were shunned with blood dribbling from each gash upon his flesh. His heart thunderously pumped with the blood he so desperately desired with his consciousness being snatched from him. Every inch of his muscles were influenced by this chaotic realm and implaced in an imprisonment of trepidation. Not even his tongue could shift in order to howl an inspirational speech of victory in the progress of these defining moments. Unknown debris coursed through the Sanguine Castle with an assortment of detached limbs and souless corpses; reimbursing the reinforcing the dreadfulness of this battle.
Unbeknown to Vejita I, meager seconds dissolved and the progression of war had ceased. What could be described as an never-ending affair had parished in a sequence of not even a minute. A rumble of vociferous effects thrusted itself into the pessimistic attitudes of some and the entry of his ear could only shriek of its tenderness. The hum of Dante soldiers fluctuated with volume in his right ear while it throbbed without motive to King Vejita. A trail of oozing liquid attempted to soothe the wounded area as it trickled forth down his earlobe and was induced into a splotch of bloodied mess on his shoulder. He winced with even the miniscule voyage of blood through his ear. All of his known wrinkles were established over his blemished face as they twisted and bended his customary face. The anguish of his wounds had preserved his perception and the acceptance of conquest couldn't sever this sensation.
"My...hearing....it's..." He was rejuvinated with terror and his eyes were engorged with alertness. Vejita's fingers spasmed with anxiety; he had been estranged from this sort of limitations. His slender fingers were moistened with his own oozing life-force in the instance of contact with his ear. All sounds were revised into silence in that specific ear all the while the saiya-jin's heart was plagued of this injustice. "They did this to me. They mock upon my wounds in the comfort of their afterlives while I can never hear their cries for their brothers I slaughtered. Damn them! I damn them of all that I may." Fear had been overcome with only a ferocious and flaming rage. It vigorously decanted itself through his veins and it's talons plaguing his heart of compassion for the deceased armies of Outcasts. The warrior's finger nails delved into his bloodied ear to claw through any trace of life with his flesh descending into the dirt in miniature fragments. This detonation of scalding rage commenced to settle under the sight of the Outcast massacre being evident throughout the vicinity of Sanguine Castle.
"If ever fate could ever provide of us of our hope in victory. Not even a million men can dare thwart my vengence in this competiton. It it won't be felt by those to blame, then United will be torn of their hearts. "
Unbeknown to Vejita I, meager seconds dissolved and the progression of war had ceased. What could be described as an never-ending affair had parished in a sequence of not even a minute. A rumble of vociferous effects thrusted itself into the pessimistic attitudes of some and the entry of his ear could only shriek of its tenderness. The hum of Dante soldiers fluctuated with volume in his right ear while it throbbed without motive to King Vejita. A trail of oozing liquid attempted to soothe the wounded area as it trickled forth down his earlobe and was induced into a splotch of bloodied mess on his shoulder. He winced with even the miniscule voyage of blood through his ear. All of his known wrinkles were established over his blemished face as they twisted and bended his customary face. The anguish of his wounds had preserved his perception and the acceptance of conquest couldn't sever this sensation.
"My...hearing....it's..." He was rejuvinated with terror and his eyes were engorged with alertness. Vejita's fingers spasmed with anxiety; he had been estranged from this sort of limitations. His slender fingers were moistened with his own oozing life-force in the instance of contact with his ear. All sounds were revised into silence in that specific ear all the while the saiya-jin's heart was plagued of this injustice. "They did this to me. They mock upon my wounds in the comfort of their afterlives while I can never hear their cries for their brothers I slaughtered. Damn them! I damn them of all that I may." Fear had been overcome with only a ferocious and flaming rage. It vigorously decanted itself through his veins and it's talons plaguing his heart of compassion for the deceased armies of Outcasts. The warrior's finger nails delved into his bloodied ear to claw through any trace of life with his flesh descending into the dirt in miniature fragments. This detonation of scalding rage commenced to settle under the sight of the Outcast massacre being evident throughout the vicinity of Sanguine Castle.
"If ever fate could ever provide of us of our hope in victory. Not even a million men can dare thwart my vengence in this competiton. It it won't be felt by those to blame, then United will be torn of their hearts. "