01-17-2007, 11:24 PM
The dreadful darkness resided solely above the heads of the Dante soldiers. Its gloomy sight was successful in the notion of their pre-determined doom or so it seemed. The reveberating cries of soldiers were hushed due to the whirling object that seemed miniscule in its proportion. It journeyed with such a lack of weight or from sheer strength of the unknown soldier that pitched it from the fortress.
King Vejita, even with his scarred vision that had confined him throughout the decades of his lifetime, had retrieved the object in his sights. His darkened pupils winced at the gaze that he placed on it while it hurried into his vicinity. They shrunk in size while observantly implanting the details of it into his long-term memory. It was a symbol.
Vejita's hands resisted the urge to deflect the object while it scurried onto the floor and commited itself to an unexpected pause at the feet of his fellow commander. Instead, both of his hands were ascended above at equal height to his face while his fingers stroked the mane of his chin. His own blood was smeared against his beard and his expression began to shape into madness. The saiya-jin's facial expression squealed with delight in reference to imagining himself dismantling his opposition.
He persisted to smear his own saiya-jin blood to allow its substance to blemish his cheeks. An unknown language seemed to instantly be ejected from the tip of his finger as if it were an actual writing utensil. Vejita I's lips curled upwards in delight to salivate over his own life-force in a display of his lack of mercy.
The commander could only sneer in the direction of United while he reserved his customary stance. His arms elongated with his fingers seizing a placement that could be scrutinized as a deadly blow that could claim a man's actual throat. Logic and reasoning conflicted with his lack of patience as methods and ideas of victory were spawned from Android-16's insulting action. If only it was beneficial for his army to intrude upon Monte Christo's mighty fortress and devour these bastards with every fiber of hatred that the commander possessed.
It was luring him into a web of deceit and pleasure, but his logic was overwhelming him entirely. He hissed to himself and squirmed slightly to express his frustrations. They would be annihilated; with whatever strategy in their arsenal. "Come United, don't hide behind the walls of your fear. Step forward and embrace death as it stands at your door." Vejita's whisper was unheard by his fellow soldiers and was precisely utilized to slightly extinguish the rage smoldering within him.
King Vejita, even with his scarred vision that had confined him throughout the decades of his lifetime, had retrieved the object in his sights. His darkened pupils winced at the gaze that he placed on it while it hurried into his vicinity. They shrunk in size while observantly implanting the details of it into his long-term memory. It was a symbol.
Vejita's hands resisted the urge to deflect the object while it scurried onto the floor and commited itself to an unexpected pause at the feet of his fellow commander. Instead, both of his hands were ascended above at equal height to his face while his fingers stroked the mane of his chin. His own blood was smeared against his beard and his expression began to shape into madness. The saiya-jin's facial expression squealed with delight in reference to imagining himself dismantling his opposition.
He persisted to smear his own saiya-jin blood to allow its substance to blemish his cheeks. An unknown language seemed to instantly be ejected from the tip of his finger as if it were an actual writing utensil. Vejita I's lips curled upwards in delight to salivate over his own life-force in a display of his lack of mercy.
The commander could only sneer in the direction of United while he reserved his customary stance. His arms elongated with his fingers seizing a placement that could be scrutinized as a deadly blow that could claim a man's actual throat. Logic and reasoning conflicted with his lack of patience as methods and ideas of victory were spawned from Android-16's insulting action. If only it was beneficial for his army to intrude upon Monte Christo's mighty fortress and devour these bastards with every fiber of hatred that the commander possessed.
It was luring him into a web of deceit and pleasure, but his logic was overwhelming him entirely. He hissed to himself and squirmed slightly to express his frustrations. They would be annihilated; with whatever strategy in their arsenal. "Come United, don't hide behind the walls of your fear. Step forward and embrace death as it stands at your door." Vejita's whisper was unheard by his fellow soldiers and was precisely utilized to slightly extinguish the rage smoldering within him.