01-10-2007, 06:25 PM
The sinister gawk of the clouds above was a metaphoric depiction of the gloomy circumstances. It was a reverberating chime that hushed the premature conjecture of this battle being monotonous. The war of Dante and United was manifesting into a culmination of unforeseen magnitude. Unfortunately, these conditions were not as projected under the scrutiny of the saiya-jin king. Vejita?s thought process was shrouded; overtaken by the ferocious demon that snarled its smoldering breath into his ear. Its murmurs were dominant and suppressing the hollers of mass soldiers in the vicinity.
Its language was unspoken and was devouring the perishing hint of ethics still warring for life. His wicked ideas and contemplations were amplifying in consistency while perception was being polluted by the starvation for this creature. This creature that?s deliverance signified the epiphany to the mighty King Vejita and unshackled the once egotistical power of the saiya-jin dynasty that was temporarily numbed by the horrors of misfortunes. The fires of hell themselves could not restrain this foreseeable incident.
The tides of morals were nonexistent with emotions being abolished. No more would compassion overturn the perseverance of the commander; he would climb with dedication to the pinnacle of his capabilities. Power that mocked him at minimal distance would be sought after; disregarding those that disrupt him. Dante?s Abyss was his indication of fate?s commandments to persecute the soul of the man that once ruled over his world with no equality of his strength. Images of prior situations emerged in his vision in an outline of golden hue to symbolize its significance.
The soulless eyes of Zarbon?s cranium untangling the darkness that was once paralyzed of its impressive power, but was just the commencement. Prince Vejita was the deciding factor to unravel the shadows of its dormancy and expressing its potency with every solitary flame that peeled the flesh from his bones. The sight of the saiya-jin prince being punished through the literal blaze of glory was just luring an attraction to this fiend.
?They chuckled to the sight of the inadequacy I once held. No more. Days have been lost with my soul lost to the shadows of evil. But no longer will I deny the truths; no longer will I fear the power that I possess. I will accept the beast into my heart as I embrace the power and may the heavens be damned.? A cascade of wondrous shade spewed forth from the form of the saiya-jin warrior. Veins consumed of hatred slithered into visual from the request of the king?s obscured potential. King Vejita?s cranium tilted above to the heavens themselves momentarily and crouched downwards, retrieving an object with his scarred fingers.
It was a rope that dangled to the soil of the planet, and his eyes peered into the mayhem around him. Numerous opposing soldiers introduced themselves to him with a stance of intimidation, but this was would be his proper initiation. In an impressive action, the rope was flung to the general direction of one of the soldiers, miraculously securing itself around the throat of one warrior. With the saiya-jin?s non-dominant hand, his lance was thrown into the additional set of fighters, and with one devastating blow their threats were terminated.
Commander Vejita?s strength was submitted into his lower-half, propelling himself above an unidentified structure that was approximately several feet above him. The muffles of blood, an excess amount of saliva, and his unsuccessful stuttering seemed to be expressed by the unknown warrior. His muscles twitched involuntarily and his eyes were adopting a darker visual with the reality before him no longer of any significance. Vejita jerked the rope upwards and resulted in the twitching body receiving further punishment.
The grueling display of torture was followed by his body being smashed into the metallic structure.?Surrender to the name of Dante or your fate will be equal horror as this. United shows no future for you, does this not show truth to you?? A maddening expression flushed over him with a sadistic gaze over his eyes and each whimper from the soldier was gloriously celebrated with glee.
OOC: Welcome to the dark side. =O
Its language was unspoken and was devouring the perishing hint of ethics still warring for life. His wicked ideas and contemplations were amplifying in consistency while perception was being polluted by the starvation for this creature. This creature that?s deliverance signified the epiphany to the mighty King Vejita and unshackled the once egotistical power of the saiya-jin dynasty that was temporarily numbed by the horrors of misfortunes. The fires of hell themselves could not restrain this foreseeable incident.
The tides of morals were nonexistent with emotions being abolished. No more would compassion overturn the perseverance of the commander; he would climb with dedication to the pinnacle of his capabilities. Power that mocked him at minimal distance would be sought after; disregarding those that disrupt him. Dante?s Abyss was his indication of fate?s commandments to persecute the soul of the man that once ruled over his world with no equality of his strength. Images of prior situations emerged in his vision in an outline of golden hue to symbolize its significance.
The soulless eyes of Zarbon?s cranium untangling the darkness that was once paralyzed of its impressive power, but was just the commencement. Prince Vejita was the deciding factor to unravel the shadows of its dormancy and expressing its potency with every solitary flame that peeled the flesh from his bones. The sight of the saiya-jin prince being punished through the literal blaze of glory was just luring an attraction to this fiend.
?They chuckled to the sight of the inadequacy I once held. No more. Days have been lost with my soul lost to the shadows of evil. But no longer will I deny the truths; no longer will I fear the power that I possess. I will accept the beast into my heart as I embrace the power and may the heavens be damned.? A cascade of wondrous shade spewed forth from the form of the saiya-jin warrior. Veins consumed of hatred slithered into visual from the request of the king?s obscured potential. King Vejita?s cranium tilted above to the heavens themselves momentarily and crouched downwards, retrieving an object with his scarred fingers.
It was a rope that dangled to the soil of the planet, and his eyes peered into the mayhem around him. Numerous opposing soldiers introduced themselves to him with a stance of intimidation, but this was would be his proper initiation. In an impressive action, the rope was flung to the general direction of one of the soldiers, miraculously securing itself around the throat of one warrior. With the saiya-jin?s non-dominant hand, his lance was thrown into the additional set of fighters, and with one devastating blow their threats were terminated.
Commander Vejita?s strength was submitted into his lower-half, propelling himself above an unidentified structure that was approximately several feet above him. The muffles of blood, an excess amount of saliva, and his unsuccessful stuttering seemed to be expressed by the unknown warrior. His muscles twitched involuntarily and his eyes were adopting a darker visual with the reality before him no longer of any significance. Vejita jerked the rope upwards and resulted in the twitching body receiving further punishment.
The grueling display of torture was followed by his body being smashed into the metallic structure.?Surrender to the name of Dante or your fate will be equal horror as this. United shows no future for you, does this not show truth to you?? A maddening expression flushed over him with a sadistic gaze over his eyes and each whimper from the soldier was gloriously celebrated with glee.
OOC: Welcome to the dark side. =O