Post by Carva on Feb 28, 2017 23:46:56 GMT -5
Thread PL: 12,940
Heavyweight PL: 3,235
He slowly pulled his weighted boots over his feet, the wind brushing through his wild black hair as he sat on the rock. Such a rock would be uncomfortable to sit on, yet the tough as nails Carva wouldn't let his discomfort show. He wore this heavy armor with little outward problem, and anyone who saw him would think that he was going straight into battle.
For the most part, Carva was. He had a fresh batch of Saibamen seeds tucked away in the wrist of his black and bronze armor. He knew very well the ancient methods used by his people to train and being taught in the ways of a "true saiyan", the hybrid always kept a pouch of Saiba at hand. Sure, he could fight Aphra but he'd sent her to scout that huge tower he'd seen upon his arrival.
What was this tower which stood so tall, pebetraying the clouds like a blade through the heart of an enemy? His brown eyes would slowly move along it's height as he stood up, his thoughts turning to nightmare he'd had last night. If he didn't train, he'd end up like that child in his dream. Weak. Defenseless. He'd not be able to become a legend as he'd dreamed, he'd fade into obscurity like so many before him.
So he DID fear something. Being forgotten. The very opposite of his dream was his worst nightmare and that was his name fading into nothingness. Like the warrior who once mastered the attack about the wolf, it's fangs,and the fist. Forgotten.
Now, he stood in the forest by himself. He could see the huge trees, but he knew they still paled in comparison to that large tower he'd seen. Damn. That tower. His thoughts would not stay away from it. Was this a natural curiosity taking over the monstrous hybrid? He growled. He needed to remain focused. His first task would be to work on his aim.
Throughout the forest, there were many trees. Upon the branches, ropes were tied. To those ropes, clay jars full of red sand hung at different levels. Taking a deep breath he would pull a blindfold free from his belt and tie it over his eyes. Carva stood in the center of the trees, his eyes closed and completely dark.
Ding. Ding. Ding.
Small bells on the bottom of each jar would ding as the wind past through the trees and Carva would listen. At first, his focus was in a million places at once. However, he would center himself...and listen. Raising a hand, he'd fire off the first shot.
Boom!!!
The first jar would shatter, red sand scattering like blood across the air. Another bell would ring and another shot would be fired...precise...fast. It was very clear from his actions that this Beast was a professional. Each of this attacks would strike dead center, the noise sending birds flying into the air. His attacks would take on the speed of machine gun blasts, jars exploding, trees shaking from each hard impact.
Soon he would hear no more sound save for the wind whistling in the trees. One may say that Carva was disappointed now seeing as how he'd finished this task and as he stood there he debated with himself. Unleash the Saiba...or not? He would do better with moving targets after all. And the Saiyan has nothing but time on his hands as he stood here alone.
With no further hesitation, he'd reach into his gauntlet abs free the pouch of seeds. Opening the pouch, without looking, he would flourish his body in a circle and send seeds flying everywhere. The seeds would dig their way into the soil, and split underneath. Carva, still blindfolded, had no idea that he would soon be surrounded by little green monsters.
His nose crinkled as he sniffed the air, lips curling upwards into a grin. "Pfft. You guys reek! That's perfectly fine...just means you're all rife. Now, come at me you monsters!"
He braced himself, readying himself for the attacks of the horrors normally faced by Saiyans of his ilk. He could hear then hissing and growling, his tail swaying behind him as he waited. The warrior was primed and ready to do what he did best and that was to fight. The sound of grass pressing down would let Carva know that one of the Saiba had blasted off, and was baring down on his position.
Whoosh! Zoom! Another two would blast off and Carva would swing his tail outward to slap two away, feeling two more latch onto his back and right arm. He could feel the two vibrating, almost feel...something new...a new skill? What was this?
Not only could he smell then and hear them...he could now FEEL their precense. An evil grin would spread across his lips as he grabbed the two Saibamen prepping for self destruction, flinging them into the woods. A huge set of explosions would destroy the the trees, causing them to fall easily.
"Ah hah! If I look for your signatures, I don't even have to open my eyes!" He'd fire off a large wave of ki, obliterating another two saibamen. His aim would be even more deadly, more precise as he began destroying the plant men easily. One by one, his victims would fall. A finger beam through the heart, a blast point blank to the face....he murdered the saibamen! "Heh heh heh..."
The arrogant chuckle would ring through the air, cutting it. Honestly, he had never felt so powerful as he had right here and right now. He could FEEL his power rising with every technique he used. His scouter may have been destroyed during travel, but he no longer needed it. His ki sense reached out like deadly tentacles to find his targets now.
Silence. It fell over the massacre scene and he'd stand there, his energy brimming over and causing pebbles to levitate at his feet. He stood as tall as a mountain and would lower his guard as he felt a familiar energy signature approaching him.
He'd smirk. "Aphra."
"My Lord..." the seductive, firey haired Heran would kneel before Carva, her head bowed in reverance. She treated him as royalty as she'd been raised to do. "...I have news of the tower for you." She would think about how remarkable it was that he'd sensed her without seeing her. But then, the genius of battle had always been a quick learner. He'd taught himself his attacks, it was Rubega who unleashed his hidden power.
He folded his arms across his chest and his smile faded as his blindfold came off. He looked at her, a coldness in the warrior's eyes. "Report."
She stood from her kneeling position, and at attention. "Warriors of earth have come to this tower many times seeking strength. They have done so in an attempt to protect this planet. Apparently, the Kami of this planet is adept at unlocking the hidden potential of warriors."
Noone but Carva knew that rather than protect this mudball, he'd much rather destroy it. He was one who wanted to watch the world burn, and it was obvious to he and Aphradite. He wanted this power for himself. He nodded. "So I'll just fly-"
"-you have to climb, liege. This is the rule..." She spoke matter of factly.
Carva would make a dismissive gesture to his slave girl and nod. "Intriguing. In any case, I cannot do so on an empty stomach. So make haste and go make me a sandwich, woman."
"Ye...yes sir." She would nod emphatically and head off to their home. Carva would stare up the tower and grin. He'd set his eyes on a power the likes of which heroes only come by...but he WOULD get what he wanted. One way or the other.
To be continued.
Heavyweight PL: 3,235
He slowly pulled his weighted boots over his feet, the wind brushing through his wild black hair as he sat on the rock. Such a rock would be uncomfortable to sit on, yet the tough as nails Carva wouldn't let his discomfort show. He wore this heavy armor with little outward problem, and anyone who saw him would think that he was going straight into battle.
For the most part, Carva was. He had a fresh batch of Saibamen seeds tucked away in the wrist of his black and bronze armor. He knew very well the ancient methods used by his people to train and being taught in the ways of a "true saiyan", the hybrid always kept a pouch of Saiba at hand. Sure, he could fight Aphra but he'd sent her to scout that huge tower he'd seen upon his arrival.
What was this tower which stood so tall, pebetraying the clouds like a blade through the heart of an enemy? His brown eyes would slowly move along it's height as he stood up, his thoughts turning to nightmare he'd had last night. If he didn't train, he'd end up like that child in his dream. Weak. Defenseless. He'd not be able to become a legend as he'd dreamed, he'd fade into obscurity like so many before him.
So he DID fear something. Being forgotten. The very opposite of his dream was his worst nightmare and that was his name fading into nothingness. Like the warrior who once mastered the attack about the wolf, it's fangs,and the fist. Forgotten.
Now, he stood in the forest by himself. He could see the huge trees, but he knew they still paled in comparison to that large tower he'd seen. Damn. That tower. His thoughts would not stay away from it. Was this a natural curiosity taking over the monstrous hybrid? He growled. He needed to remain focused. His first task would be to work on his aim.
Throughout the forest, there were many trees. Upon the branches, ropes were tied. To those ropes, clay jars full of red sand hung at different levels. Taking a deep breath he would pull a blindfold free from his belt and tie it over his eyes. Carva stood in the center of the trees, his eyes closed and completely dark.
Ding. Ding. Ding.
Small bells on the bottom of each jar would ding as the wind past through the trees and Carva would listen. At first, his focus was in a million places at once. However, he would center himself...and listen. Raising a hand, he'd fire off the first shot.
Boom!!!
The first jar would shatter, red sand scattering like blood across the air. Another bell would ring and another shot would be fired...precise...fast. It was very clear from his actions that this Beast was a professional. Each of this attacks would strike dead center, the noise sending birds flying into the air. His attacks would take on the speed of machine gun blasts, jars exploding, trees shaking from each hard impact.
Soon he would hear no more sound save for the wind whistling in the trees. One may say that Carva was disappointed now seeing as how he'd finished this task and as he stood there he debated with himself. Unleash the Saiba...or not? He would do better with moving targets after all. And the Saiyan has nothing but time on his hands as he stood here alone.
With no further hesitation, he'd reach into his gauntlet abs free the pouch of seeds. Opening the pouch, without looking, he would flourish his body in a circle and send seeds flying everywhere. The seeds would dig their way into the soil, and split underneath. Carva, still blindfolded, had no idea that he would soon be surrounded by little green monsters.
His nose crinkled as he sniffed the air, lips curling upwards into a grin. "Pfft. You guys reek! That's perfectly fine...just means you're all rife. Now, come at me you monsters!"
He braced himself, readying himself for the attacks of the horrors normally faced by Saiyans of his ilk. He could hear then hissing and growling, his tail swaying behind him as he waited. The warrior was primed and ready to do what he did best and that was to fight. The sound of grass pressing down would let Carva know that one of the Saiba had blasted off, and was baring down on his position.
Whoosh! Zoom! Another two would blast off and Carva would swing his tail outward to slap two away, feeling two more latch onto his back and right arm. He could feel the two vibrating, almost feel...something new...a new skill? What was this?
Not only could he smell then and hear them...he could now FEEL their precense. An evil grin would spread across his lips as he grabbed the two Saibamen prepping for self destruction, flinging them into the woods. A huge set of explosions would destroy the the trees, causing them to fall easily.
"Ah hah! If I look for your signatures, I don't even have to open my eyes!" He'd fire off a large wave of ki, obliterating another two saibamen. His aim would be even more deadly, more precise as he began destroying the plant men easily. One by one, his victims would fall. A finger beam through the heart, a blast point blank to the face....he murdered the saibamen! "Heh heh heh..."
The arrogant chuckle would ring through the air, cutting it. Honestly, he had never felt so powerful as he had right here and right now. He could FEEL his power rising with every technique he used. His scouter may have been destroyed during travel, but he no longer needed it. His ki sense reached out like deadly tentacles to find his targets now.
Silence. It fell over the massacre scene and he'd stand there, his energy brimming over and causing pebbles to levitate at his feet. He stood as tall as a mountain and would lower his guard as he felt a familiar energy signature approaching him.
He'd smirk. "Aphra."
"My Lord..." the seductive, firey haired Heran would kneel before Carva, her head bowed in reverance. She treated him as royalty as she'd been raised to do. "...I have news of the tower for you." She would think about how remarkable it was that he'd sensed her without seeing her. But then, the genius of battle had always been a quick learner. He'd taught himself his attacks, it was Rubega who unleashed his hidden power.
He folded his arms across his chest and his smile faded as his blindfold came off. He looked at her, a coldness in the warrior's eyes. "Report."
She stood from her kneeling position, and at attention. "Warriors of earth have come to this tower many times seeking strength. They have done so in an attempt to protect this planet. Apparently, the Kami of this planet is adept at unlocking the hidden potential of warriors."
Noone but Carva knew that rather than protect this mudball, he'd much rather destroy it. He was one who wanted to watch the world burn, and it was obvious to he and Aphradite. He wanted this power for himself. He nodded. "So I'll just fly-"
"-you have to climb, liege. This is the rule..." She spoke matter of factly.
Carva would make a dismissive gesture to his slave girl and nod. "Intriguing. In any case, I cannot do so on an empty stomach. So make haste and go make me a sandwich, woman."
"Ye...yes sir." She would nod emphatically and head off to their home. Carva would stare up the tower and grin. He'd set his eyes on a power the likes of which heroes only come by...but he WOULD get what he wanted. One way or the other.
To be continued.
