Post by Exaccus on Nov 24, 2016 16:25:14 GMT -5
Exaccus had so far been sticking to merest needs to facilitate his survival in the harsh sands of the desert but that wouldn't help him reach his full potential, for that he would need to not only begin training but seeking out battles to push himself further and force his body to grow in strength or face destruction at the hands of those far mightier than himself.
Standing in the midst of the blazing midday sun amongst the eternally shifting sands of the desert he got to work, beginning first with a simple warm up, stretching his muscles and warming them to prevent Strains and Injuries as well as loosen up for the gruelling exercises he had set himself, they would no doubt be doing enough damage without any accidents on his behalf.
Next taking the largest boulder he could carry and carefully setting it up to roll onto his back began a brutal set of fifty one handed push-ups, his muscles burned from the strain and his very bones creaked in objection to the barely tolerable exertion, but he needed to do this, his body had to be pushed beyond is current limits he had to evolve and to do that he would need the strength to take the required steps.
Vision blurring slightly as he came to the close of this set he allowed himself but a moment of rest before switching arms and beginning a new, chitin starting to crack from the crushing mass of stone resting upon his back but by virtue of his resolve and genetic make up he refused to stop furiously pushing against the ground again and again, each time becoming harder and yet...easier as his muscles surged beneath his exoskeleton, drenched in lactic acid from the anaerobic exercise they screamed for release.
Finally having satisfied his goals he allowed himself to slump to the ground for rest, pushing the boulder from his back weakly and taking huge gasping ragged breaths until he began to feel the pain subside.
Forcing himself back onto his unsteady feet with a powerful lurch of his legs he settled for his next exercise, standing opposite the sheer face of Dusty red stone rising high into the air as a spire like outcropping he put a smaller stone to work, scratching a rough humanoid outline and set to practising his strikes, pounding his knuckles, knees, palm heels, tail and elbows into the stone within the outline furiously.
the purpose of this exercise was clear, he would practise these strikes to build their speed and accuracy, each blow splintering the stone a little where it landed without sacrificing any power to do so, his strained chitin cracking further from the impacts in turn and purple blood splattering lightly on the rough stone of his target area even as in turn it began to cave beneath his furious strikes.
he continued this for hours, changing his pattern to keep himself from becoming too rigid and predictable by instinct he wasn't satisfied untill at last he'd caved the entire segment into itself enough distance that he could no longer strike it from where he currently stood.
Allowing himself another brief rest he waited for his wounds to heal and his bones to repair themselves of the numerous fractures the recoil of his blows had given them, harder and stronger than they had originally been and now capable of taking the punishment he had subjected them too.
He was not done just yet however and unleashing a furious wave of his ki straight up into the air and allowing it to climb to a sufficient height he pulled it back down towards himself, this would be a test of his resolve and reflexes, remaining stationary, tensed and prepared as the screaming blast rushed back towards him he waited until l the last possible second before throwing himself bodily into the blast, slamming his palms against it and even bringing his left knee to bear as his right foot's claws embedded themselves in the ground.
he heard himself screaming as the heat of the blast seared his bio-armour and boiled the fluids in his eyes but he refused to Give up, holding the blast steadfastly as he could against himself, the urge to push it away was overwhelming but it would defeat the point of the exercise, he would hold it here till it ran out of power of its own accord.
The pain dilated his sense of time and though it took less than minuet for his technique to completely burn through its supply it felt like an agonizing eternity as it melted his bio-mechanical exterior and warped his form out of shape.
eyes blood shot and lungs too exhausted to scream, his leaden legs finally gave out and he crashed to the floor in heap, hoarse throat crackling in a silent scream even as his body regenerated once more, the synthetic DNA that the good doctor had added to him had granted him a terrifyingly powerful healing technique it would seem, one that even he couldn't completely overcome.
He couldn't help but wonder as he stared at the starry night sky what manner of creatures the doctor had bargained with for the materials nessicary to create him and what it would cost him in the future as slowly but surely he climbed to the peak of perfection as his biologically mandated urges drove him ever onwards and upwards towards the being he was created to become and perhapse even further beyond that.
prying himself from the glassed sand that surrounded him with a gentle crash of shattering silicate he forced himself to return to his home, the night was dark and full of dangers, he couldn't afford to leave himself open at his currently pitiful power though no doubt there would come a time when he sat atop the foodchain in this desolate place of hardy predators,. harsh days and freezing nights as a king, rightfully so.
But that day was far, far away from where he stood now as exaccus the larval insect struggling to overcome his weakness as all living things strived to.
Finally arriving back in the rough hewn stone chamber he'd turned into a relatively safe and comfortable sleeping chamber he allowed his screaming limbs to give way and collapsed into a deep and dreamless sleep far beyond his aching body and its incessant cravings for more and more power and fuel to improve itself ever more.
TWC:1082
Milkian High intelligence: +5% PL
Crocolisk repressed form: +10% PL
Power level please.
Standing in the midst of the blazing midday sun amongst the eternally shifting sands of the desert he got to work, beginning first with a simple warm up, stretching his muscles and warming them to prevent Strains and Injuries as well as loosen up for the gruelling exercises he had set himself, they would no doubt be doing enough damage without any accidents on his behalf.
Next taking the largest boulder he could carry and carefully setting it up to roll onto his back began a brutal set of fifty one handed push-ups, his muscles burned from the strain and his very bones creaked in objection to the barely tolerable exertion, but he needed to do this, his body had to be pushed beyond is current limits he had to evolve and to do that he would need the strength to take the required steps.
Vision blurring slightly as he came to the close of this set he allowed himself but a moment of rest before switching arms and beginning a new, chitin starting to crack from the crushing mass of stone resting upon his back but by virtue of his resolve and genetic make up he refused to stop furiously pushing against the ground again and again, each time becoming harder and yet...easier as his muscles surged beneath his exoskeleton, drenched in lactic acid from the anaerobic exercise they screamed for release.
Finally having satisfied his goals he allowed himself to slump to the ground for rest, pushing the boulder from his back weakly and taking huge gasping ragged breaths until he began to feel the pain subside.
Forcing himself back onto his unsteady feet with a powerful lurch of his legs he settled for his next exercise, standing opposite the sheer face of Dusty red stone rising high into the air as a spire like outcropping he put a smaller stone to work, scratching a rough humanoid outline and set to practising his strikes, pounding his knuckles, knees, palm heels, tail and elbows into the stone within the outline furiously.
the purpose of this exercise was clear, he would practise these strikes to build their speed and accuracy, each blow splintering the stone a little where it landed without sacrificing any power to do so, his strained chitin cracking further from the impacts in turn and purple blood splattering lightly on the rough stone of his target area even as in turn it began to cave beneath his furious strikes.
he continued this for hours, changing his pattern to keep himself from becoming too rigid and predictable by instinct he wasn't satisfied untill at last he'd caved the entire segment into itself enough distance that he could no longer strike it from where he currently stood.
Allowing himself another brief rest he waited for his wounds to heal and his bones to repair themselves of the numerous fractures the recoil of his blows had given them, harder and stronger than they had originally been and now capable of taking the punishment he had subjected them too.
He was not done just yet however and unleashing a furious wave of his ki straight up into the air and allowing it to climb to a sufficient height he pulled it back down towards himself, this would be a test of his resolve and reflexes, remaining stationary, tensed and prepared as the screaming blast rushed back towards him he waited until l the last possible second before throwing himself bodily into the blast, slamming his palms against it and even bringing his left knee to bear as his right foot's claws embedded themselves in the ground.
he heard himself screaming as the heat of the blast seared his bio-armour and boiled the fluids in his eyes but he refused to Give up, holding the blast steadfastly as he could against himself, the urge to push it away was overwhelming but it would defeat the point of the exercise, he would hold it here till it ran out of power of its own accord.
The pain dilated his sense of time and though it took less than minuet for his technique to completely burn through its supply it felt like an agonizing eternity as it melted his bio-mechanical exterior and warped his form out of shape.
eyes blood shot and lungs too exhausted to scream, his leaden legs finally gave out and he crashed to the floor in heap, hoarse throat crackling in a silent scream even as his body regenerated once more, the synthetic DNA that the good doctor had added to him had granted him a terrifyingly powerful healing technique it would seem, one that even he couldn't completely overcome.
He couldn't help but wonder as he stared at the starry night sky what manner of creatures the doctor had bargained with for the materials nessicary to create him and what it would cost him in the future as slowly but surely he climbed to the peak of perfection as his biologically mandated urges drove him ever onwards and upwards towards the being he was created to become and perhapse even further beyond that.
prying himself from the glassed sand that surrounded him with a gentle crash of shattering silicate he forced himself to return to his home, the night was dark and full of dangers, he couldn't afford to leave himself open at his currently pitiful power though no doubt there would come a time when he sat atop the foodchain in this desolate place of hardy predators,. harsh days and freezing nights as a king, rightfully so.
But that day was far, far away from where he stood now as exaccus the larval insect struggling to overcome his weakness as all living things strived to.
Finally arriving back in the rough hewn stone chamber he'd turned into a relatively safe and comfortable sleeping chamber he allowed his screaming limbs to give way and collapsed into a deep and dreamless sleep far beyond his aching body and its incessant cravings for more and more power and fuel to improve itself ever more.
TWC:1082
Milkian High intelligence: +5% PL
Crocolisk repressed form: +10% PL
Power level please.