Post by Carva on Feb 24, 2017 1:01:37 GMT -5
Thread PL: 10,000
PL With HW: 2,500
The crickets chirping in the background at night bring peace to some. But others? This peaceful sound can bring a frightening calm before the storm, a sort of forboding feeling. Like one of those feelings as if something very bad is about to happen. This night, that feeling is no different.
A branch of the Orin Temple on the outskirts of a small forest at the bottom of a mountain, a small village. In the little grass huts, the apprentice monks sleep soundly. They've no idea that there is horror to come. One such monk, Milque, sits in the lotus position in deep meditation. He's trained for years to protect that small hamlet from those who would harm it and he'd be damned if he'd sit on his laurels and sleep. Not like his brethren who took their duties less seriously than he. No way.
A flash of light. A ground splitting explosion. Milque's beady brown eyes would pop open as he'd sense a terrible power within the vicinity and smell the bark of trees wafting in the air in the form of smoke. He narrowed his eyes and kipped up from his mat, running in the direction of a large plume of smoke and glowing embers.
As crazy as it sounded, he found himself flanked by his brethren as the party headed deep into the burning forest. Upon reaching the source of the blaze, they would find a towering shadow standing there, dressed in a dark armor. He would easily tower over any of the humans who stood before him, his wild black hair adding a good three inches to his height.
The Saiyan hybrid stepped away from his pod, his dark brown eyes moving over the gathered Earthlings. His lips would curl into a smirk. "Well now, this is quite the welcoming party." He'd comment, his tail swaying behind him. He'd look back over his shoulder at the destroyed pod and frown slightly. "Pft. Didn't think that thing had much time left. Knew it was on it's last legs."
They looked at the giant hybrid, fear in their eyes as he nonchalantly approached them. Their eyes? They were filled with fear, the sound of the Saiyan's knuckles cracking sending chills up their spine. Everyone showed that natural human emotion, except...Milque. "Stop right there, Saiyan! State your business here!"
He chuckled a bit, covering his mouth. His power would cause the air around him to waiver, swaying as if his body heat had lit any gases in the air. His tail would wrap around his waist out of habit, and he'd clench his fists tightly at his side. "My business? Oh, you mean why I've come here. Well, you see, I've no specific reason for choosing this little craphole. However..." a sadistic grin would cross his face, and his aura would flare a deep red. "I am the reaper, and my business is claiming souls. I need a warm up anyway."
Milque would start to feel it a bit now himself. He'd begin to feel that same feeling that his brothers would feel. If he'd had hair, he certainly would have felt it stand on end. He could feel the Saiya-jin's body heat just inches from his own, and would look up....and up...and up. This was a terror which stood before him, and he couldn't help but feel his hands beginning to tremble. But...he had to be strong. He couldn't back down in front of his brothers...he was the guardian. "You would do well to just pass us by, foul Saiya-jin. We've no quarrel with you...and I would hate to have to do you harm for no reason."
He would bluff. For while Milque could sense the energy of the Saiya-jin, Carva had not quite learned this skill. He'd always relied on the power of technology...but unfortunately, his scouter now lay on the ground in pieces next to the destroyed pod. Milque took a gamble that he needed said device to sense the power of others. Still...the Saiya-jin's arrogance would lead one to believe that he was quite powerful. Still...Milque could only hope his bluff worked.
Of course, it didn't. If anything, the Saiya-jin's grin would fade into a scowl. "Are you stupid, or just ignorant to exactly what you are facing? Earthlings...so daft. You live and breathe because I allow it, monk."
"Please...just...go. You've no business here!" Milque would plead as the monstrous being stepped right past him, staring down the cowering monks. He could feel the weight of fear pressing down on his shoulders, but another weight would remind him of another weapon at his disposal. His bostaff would hang from his back, long...straight and stern.
Carva seemed to be taking in the other monks as if to study each one, though his eyes belied a deadly nursery rhyme. Eeny...meeny...miney...mo. His eyes fell on a short, stocky and bald monk with a nose so tiny one would need a magnifying glass to see it. He tilted his head. "You...what is your name?"
"Uh...um...my name is Chesn-"
Carva would sniff the air, his grimace growing darker. "Did you just...defecate?"
"...." The young monk gulped as he felt a warm liquid sliding down his legs, dribbling down between his toes. Embarrassing as it was, his legs were trembling like spaghetti noodles. Poor Chesna had just joined the monastary. He had no idea of the dangers he would face this day.
Carva sighed as his dark eyes would examine his prey. "Pathetic. Utterly pathetic." His accent had a regality to it's roughness, and an arrogance unheard of in even the most confident of warriors. His tone was condescending. He looked down on these Earthlings, both literally and figuratively. Carva spat on the sacred ground beneath his feet. "Which one of you will be the first to die?" He would ask in a general manner, still seeming to choose between his victims.
"Eeny...meanie...miney...mo...one of you just has to...go." This was the exact moment that poor Chesna's stomach problems would reach a new level of severity. This was the moment when a thin, concentrated beam of energy would speed forward from the long finger of the Saiya-jin and cut through the Earthling like a hot knife through butter. Following this quick kill, he would simply blow the smoke from the tip of his finger and shrug. "Much too easy. The bloody idiot didn't even TRY to dodge. Guess you could say he died bravely...though..." he tapped his chin. "...I guess you could say he died doing what he loved. Being a bitch."
Whoa. Whoa. Savage. By now, he found himself disappointed as the other monks would leave the area like rats scurrying away from a big cat. A big...rabid...blood thirsty cat with a terrible attitude problem.
Milque stood just inches away from the giant of a man, who was now seething as his prey had all run. They'd all run, depriving him of any semblance of any type of fight! How rude! Milque stood there, slack jawed. He knew that his own life was in danger as he watched this monster place a foot upon the back of the fallen Chesna.
Carva looked over his large shoulder at the last earthling. "Excuse me? I do so hate cowardice, but maybe you should run as well? I don't know that it would do you any good, because...quite frankly, I'm going to hunt you all down and kill you anyway. But...yeah..."
"I....I...." Milque felt his blood boiling then, the Saiya-jin continuing to be as insulting as possible. For all he knew, this man was telling the truth. If he was, his entire village was doomed. Milque drew his bostaff and sprung forward, raising it high above his head and swinging it downward.
Carva didn't flinch...he didn't move. He never shook, nor did he shiver. For he was a warrior...and unfortunately for the Earth, he'd embraced his Saiya-jin nature from a young age. He made one movement, and that was to stop the staff dead with a finger. Then, he would grab the wooden weapon. "I gave you a choice. Die with the little guy or die with the rest of your brothers. Unfortunately, you chose option B. That....was the wrong option."
Carva would simply squeeze the weapon, the would splintering into thousands of tiny shards. Quite easily, he would pull the human forward and drive his left fist into the abdomen of the monk...he grinned. "Nice try. But...." he smirked, revelling in the cries of pain as he broke the skin...twisting the bowels of the human. "But remember...emotions lead to rash decisions and rash decisions are so predictable. Now...be a good boy, and die."
He would flourish his arm backward and blood would spray the air like a busted pipe. Milque would fall to his knees, staring into the dark brown eyes of the murderous hybrid who now stood over him. Cold...emotionless. Dangerous.
As he watched the light leave the eyes of the warrior, and Milque's body vanish from the mortal plane, his eyes would move toward the tracks left by the monks.
"Now....time to exterminate the rest of this vermin..."
To Be Continued.
PL With HW: 2,500
The crickets chirping in the background at night bring peace to some. But others? This peaceful sound can bring a frightening calm before the storm, a sort of forboding feeling. Like one of those feelings as if something very bad is about to happen. This night, that feeling is no different.
A branch of the Orin Temple on the outskirts of a small forest at the bottom of a mountain, a small village. In the little grass huts, the apprentice monks sleep soundly. They've no idea that there is horror to come. One such monk, Milque, sits in the lotus position in deep meditation. He's trained for years to protect that small hamlet from those who would harm it and he'd be damned if he'd sit on his laurels and sleep. Not like his brethren who took their duties less seriously than he. No way.
A flash of light. A ground splitting explosion. Milque's beady brown eyes would pop open as he'd sense a terrible power within the vicinity and smell the bark of trees wafting in the air in the form of smoke. He narrowed his eyes and kipped up from his mat, running in the direction of a large plume of smoke and glowing embers.
As crazy as it sounded, he found himself flanked by his brethren as the party headed deep into the burning forest. Upon reaching the source of the blaze, they would find a towering shadow standing there, dressed in a dark armor. He would easily tower over any of the humans who stood before him, his wild black hair adding a good three inches to his height.
The Saiyan hybrid stepped away from his pod, his dark brown eyes moving over the gathered Earthlings. His lips would curl into a smirk. "Well now, this is quite the welcoming party." He'd comment, his tail swaying behind him. He'd look back over his shoulder at the destroyed pod and frown slightly. "Pft. Didn't think that thing had much time left. Knew it was on it's last legs."
They looked at the giant hybrid, fear in their eyes as he nonchalantly approached them. Their eyes? They were filled with fear, the sound of the Saiyan's knuckles cracking sending chills up their spine. Everyone showed that natural human emotion, except...Milque. "Stop right there, Saiyan! State your business here!"
He chuckled a bit, covering his mouth. His power would cause the air around him to waiver, swaying as if his body heat had lit any gases in the air. His tail would wrap around his waist out of habit, and he'd clench his fists tightly at his side. "My business? Oh, you mean why I've come here. Well, you see, I've no specific reason for choosing this little craphole. However..." a sadistic grin would cross his face, and his aura would flare a deep red. "I am the reaper, and my business is claiming souls. I need a warm up anyway."
Milque would start to feel it a bit now himself. He'd begin to feel that same feeling that his brothers would feel. If he'd had hair, he certainly would have felt it stand on end. He could feel the Saiya-jin's body heat just inches from his own, and would look up....and up...and up. This was a terror which stood before him, and he couldn't help but feel his hands beginning to tremble. But...he had to be strong. He couldn't back down in front of his brothers...he was the guardian. "You would do well to just pass us by, foul Saiya-jin. We've no quarrel with you...and I would hate to have to do you harm for no reason."
He would bluff. For while Milque could sense the energy of the Saiya-jin, Carva had not quite learned this skill. He'd always relied on the power of technology...but unfortunately, his scouter now lay on the ground in pieces next to the destroyed pod. Milque took a gamble that he needed said device to sense the power of others. Still...the Saiya-jin's arrogance would lead one to believe that he was quite powerful. Still...Milque could only hope his bluff worked.
Of course, it didn't. If anything, the Saiya-jin's grin would fade into a scowl. "Are you stupid, or just ignorant to exactly what you are facing? Earthlings...so daft. You live and breathe because I allow it, monk."
"Please...just...go. You've no business here!" Milque would plead as the monstrous being stepped right past him, staring down the cowering monks. He could feel the weight of fear pressing down on his shoulders, but another weight would remind him of another weapon at his disposal. His bostaff would hang from his back, long...straight and stern.
Carva seemed to be taking in the other monks as if to study each one, though his eyes belied a deadly nursery rhyme. Eeny...meeny...miney...mo. His eyes fell on a short, stocky and bald monk with a nose so tiny one would need a magnifying glass to see it. He tilted his head. "You...what is your name?"
"Uh...um...my name is Chesn-"
Carva would sniff the air, his grimace growing darker. "Did you just...defecate?"
"...." The young monk gulped as he felt a warm liquid sliding down his legs, dribbling down between his toes. Embarrassing as it was, his legs were trembling like spaghetti noodles. Poor Chesna had just joined the monastary. He had no idea of the dangers he would face this day.
Carva sighed as his dark eyes would examine his prey. "Pathetic. Utterly pathetic." His accent had a regality to it's roughness, and an arrogance unheard of in even the most confident of warriors. His tone was condescending. He looked down on these Earthlings, both literally and figuratively. Carva spat on the sacred ground beneath his feet. "Which one of you will be the first to die?" He would ask in a general manner, still seeming to choose between his victims.
"Eeny...meanie...miney...mo...one of you just has to...go." This was the exact moment that poor Chesna's stomach problems would reach a new level of severity. This was the moment when a thin, concentrated beam of energy would speed forward from the long finger of the Saiya-jin and cut through the Earthling like a hot knife through butter. Following this quick kill, he would simply blow the smoke from the tip of his finger and shrug. "Much too easy. The bloody idiot didn't even TRY to dodge. Guess you could say he died bravely...though..." he tapped his chin. "...I guess you could say he died doing what he loved. Being a bitch."
Whoa. Whoa. Savage. By now, he found himself disappointed as the other monks would leave the area like rats scurrying away from a big cat. A big...rabid...blood thirsty cat with a terrible attitude problem.
Milque stood just inches away from the giant of a man, who was now seething as his prey had all run. They'd all run, depriving him of any semblance of any type of fight! How rude! Milque stood there, slack jawed. He knew that his own life was in danger as he watched this monster place a foot upon the back of the fallen Chesna.
Carva looked over his large shoulder at the last earthling. "Excuse me? I do so hate cowardice, but maybe you should run as well? I don't know that it would do you any good, because...quite frankly, I'm going to hunt you all down and kill you anyway. But...yeah..."
"I....I...." Milque felt his blood boiling then, the Saiya-jin continuing to be as insulting as possible. For all he knew, this man was telling the truth. If he was, his entire village was doomed. Milque drew his bostaff and sprung forward, raising it high above his head and swinging it downward.
Carva didn't flinch...he didn't move. He never shook, nor did he shiver. For he was a warrior...and unfortunately for the Earth, he'd embraced his Saiya-jin nature from a young age. He made one movement, and that was to stop the staff dead with a finger. Then, he would grab the wooden weapon. "I gave you a choice. Die with the little guy or die with the rest of your brothers. Unfortunately, you chose option B. That....was the wrong option."
Carva would simply squeeze the weapon, the would splintering into thousands of tiny shards. Quite easily, he would pull the human forward and drive his left fist into the abdomen of the monk...he grinned. "Nice try. But...." he smirked, revelling in the cries of pain as he broke the skin...twisting the bowels of the human. "But remember...emotions lead to rash decisions and rash decisions are so predictable. Now...be a good boy, and die."
He would flourish his arm backward and blood would spray the air like a busted pipe. Milque would fall to his knees, staring into the dark brown eyes of the murderous hybrid who now stood over him. Cold...emotionless. Dangerous.
As he watched the light leave the eyes of the warrior, and Milque's body vanish from the mortal plane, his eyes would move toward the tracks left by the monks.
"Now....time to exterminate the rest of this vermin..."
To Be Continued.
