Post by Koramund on Mar 25, 2015 2:01:41 GMT
(Heavy weights on)
Koramund silently gathered ki in the blood ponds, the raw essence moving and jiggling. The liquid flew upwards from his raw strength, but it was not enough. It refused to warp together, and simply clot together in chunks. His spirit screeched with a roar fit to challenge kings. He flew as his spirit-self, circling the pond as the blood started to float upwards. He refused to be body less! After everything he went through, he would at least have one damn thing! He demanded it, he craved it, and he would gain it! His speed would never tire, as it just kept on increasing. Blood warped around him, flying upwards and upwards, until a ogre yelled at him, "Stop that or you will be detained to the pits of Hell!" Koramund stopped, with ever fiber of his being he wanted to prove his brutal strength, demand some revenge and chaos. The blood accepted his malice, and crafted his fibers pathetically and crudely. His entire boy was barely connected pieces of blood, leading to the ogre's look of confusion.
The blood flowed forward, warping into a daemonic form of ancient terror and mass murder. The essence of war and decay stood in front of this teal ogre. He spoke with a great smirk on his face, "Hey buddy, want a little help? I can get you your body back, all you have to do is breach those clouds, and I have just the machine for you!" The bloody mess simply said, "...I simply wish for that... I approve... What is it?" The blood soaked spirit watched with the ogre, and was lead onto the "Flying Machine". The bloody man rested on the downwards side of the see-saw, and asked, "What do I do now?" The ogre ran away and said, "Let me press the start button!" He ran up to the top of a large purplish mountain, and leaped with all his might, smashing into the other side of the Flying Machine. Koramund flew into the air, exploding into a bloody mess! The teal ogre laughed as the spirit escaped, snarling in anger.
Koramund silently gathered ki in the blood ponds, the raw essence moving and jiggling. The liquid flew upwards from his raw strength, but it was not enough. It refused to warp together, and simply clot together in chunks. His spirit screeched with a roar fit to challenge kings. He flew as his spirit-self, circling the pond as the blood started to float upwards. He refused to be body less! After everything he went through, he would at least have one damn thing! He demanded it, he craved it, and he would gain it! His speed would never tire, as it just kept on increasing. Blood warped around him, flying upwards and upwards, until a ogre yelled at him, "Stop that or you will be detained to the pits of Hell!" Koramund stopped, with ever fiber of his being he wanted to prove his brutal strength, demand some revenge and chaos. The blood accepted his malice, and crafted his fibers pathetically and crudely. His entire boy was barely connected pieces of blood, leading to the ogre's look of confusion.
The blood flowed forward, warping into a daemonic form of ancient terror and mass murder. The essence of war and decay stood in front of this teal ogre. He spoke with a great smirk on his face, "Hey buddy, want a little help? I can get you your body back, all you have to do is breach those clouds, and I have just the machine for you!" The bloody mess simply said, "...I simply wish for that... I approve... What is it?" The blood soaked spirit watched with the ogre, and was lead onto the "Flying Machine". The bloody man rested on the downwards side of the see-saw, and asked, "What do I do now?" The ogre ran away and said, "Let me press the start button!" He ran up to the top of a large purplish mountain, and leaped with all his might, smashing into the other side of the Flying Machine. Koramund flew into the air, exploding into a bloody mess! The teal ogre laughed as the spirit escaped, snarling in anger.