Spinash
Newcomer
PL: 2,500
Hidden Potential(x4)
Zeni: 500
Tag: @identicalcurve
OOC Name: IC
Posts: 7
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Post by Spinash on Jan 18, 2017 8:57:05 GMT
Spinash could feel anger welling up deep inside of him. He stood amongst the jeering crowd, Pure Blood Saiyans with their hearts corrupted. They called to him with venom in their voices, names they knew would hurt him. “Half Breed!” they laughed and one of them threw a stone.
He couldn't help but flinch when the rock struck his face. It didn't truly hurt so he tried to push forward, but someone pushed him. As he fell to the ground his horns struck smoothed tile with a loud clang. “Foul one!” Someone threw a kick to his ribs, causing him to roll on his side. Someone kicked him again, as he rolled to his back with a gasp he saw the face of his assailant.
“Lettos?” Spinash let out a pained gasp as he saw his cousin, someone who used to pretend to care for him, leering down at him. He remembered when his father used to pair them up for sparring, and how Lettos would make the other children leave him alone. Now all he saw was hatred and rancor on his childhood compatriots face.
“Get up Spawn...” Lettos called down to him with forced bile dripping from his lips. Spinash felt something welling inside of him as he tried to get up to his knees. A green mist encircled and ensorcelled his hands as he pushes himself to take a stand. He feels himself roar as the green mist clouds his vision, leaving only the image of his already clawed hands growing more demonic.
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Spinash
Newcomer
PL: 2,500
Hidden Potential(x4)
Zeni: 500
Tag: @identicalcurve
OOC Name: IC
Posts: 7
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Post by Spinash on Jan 19, 2017 8:52:46 GMT
A gentle breeze caressed his face as he slowly came to consciousness. He'd been dreaming, something between a nightmare and a fantasy. Spinash let his eyes slowly open, taking in the glory of dawn's first light. He allowed himself a moment to stretch and yawn before unlocking his crossed legs and lifting himself to his feet.
With a mighty stretch he lifted himself in the air and levitate over typo the nearby brook. ‘I can't believe I fell asleep during meditation.’ He lamented his failures at this task frequently, though he had excelled at combat and scholastic subjects he had always been the first to fall asleep when he should be Zen.
“This little clearing is perfect for a cottage.” He'd been searching for a few days to find some place to settle down, finally deciding on this little stream amongst the bamboo. He figured that there would be enough bamboo and lashings nearby to build a decent little shack.
Throwing off his cloak, letting land on a bamboo shoot nearest the creek, Spinash draws his sword and sets to work cleaving the base from the thickest bamboo he can find. He spends hours slashing and stacking the bamboo, setting up a nice little pile of roughly eight foot tall poles. By the time the sun began to set he had a human sized pile of bamboo and about forty feet of vines he planned to use for lashing.
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