Post by Snippar Sol on Mar 28, 2015 15:47:28 GMT
Dessert Training: Snippar's Ambition?
Beauty of red collage’s that had met the rather desolate terrain's sand to mix alongside and form a perfect mixture and coloration of peach within the pigment that was the sand's original, The many chunks of flesh and bone all that remained as solid evidence of human life as opposed to animal all that keyed off that there was a manslaughter within this area. Off some distance to the east of this catastrophe of blood and almost collaborated form of now mangled and desecrated animal remains ,not a grain of sand moved as a being was seen just stepping away, between a siding of tavern to be a setting for anyone on looking him from the south of himself, the short ambitious anomaly of a figure seemed to almost hiss a tune outwards to breach the confines of sacks once filled with air known as his lungs. A wisp of garb soon followed by an about-face as he indeed now looked backwards upon his handy work.
This look not to yield to any as he gazed almost adamantly towards the area in which his onslaught indeed had taken place. His hood obscuring everything to onlookers but very well defined ocular orbs of light brown shading. These optics almost seemingly solidly locked upon the bile that now rest in pieces some good distance within the emptied land that was this deserts terrain, Though this was only a facade. Bringing on emotions of sadness for the souls of which he had indeed slain for the sole purpose consumption to survive on this planet, Snippar rose almost a sick and twisted sadness outwardly for the creature in which died by his own hand. As usual, this sadness, with Snippar brought about the winds to thrash and clouds to come to fruition from the north, these clouds moving at obviously unnatural pace's, it seemed that they continued to come from this direction, coming to clash with each other, they shifted to form over a large radius that seemed to even swallow the entirety of this small, but indeed vast terrain. Snippar merely called the storm by his rise in power. The KI created aura, and when aura was forged a large amount of friction and heat collided with the desserts atmospheric energy creating thunder clouds.
Once these clouds formation had been summoned by emotion of heat of the climate, though only Snippar would have such information, of course, This seemed unnatural, seeing as the setting, and might be so interpreted in any way that a being could fathom otherwise. Rain, copious amounts to grow to downpour upon this landscape, running the blood and flesh downwards in action of transferred energy to clean the Saiyans mess, His energy excreting from his very being as the rain had indeed supplied enough for it to spider outwards for many hundreds of feet almost within' seconds of the beginning of the storm, lightning cracked with the roars of thunder which seemingly now boomed over a tune to fill the constantly expanding radius, Snippars energy was growing as he rises daily during his training venture, invisible to the naked and mortal eye whom did not indeed have the ability to create energy attacks of KI or the ocular abilities to spot life energy and alike, this would go unknowingly to any outsiders that stood to affront him within this desert. This being snickered as rainfall near him seemed to clash against an orb like form around him, though it would take a keen eye at any distance to see this, it was certainly noticeable, as the beings clothing seemed to be dry to the touch. In fact, it was, this being completely dry, his Aura had expanded to its maximum girth to defend the being within his little energy bubble created by the charging of KI, gathering and swallowing the energy that fell almost eagerly as the collided force of his aura devoured itself, as a leech would collect blood, this only made the rate of this males energy decrease more so than even before.
A Final scope of a glance taken, though this was again for show, as now the male kept his eyes closed, the rainfall providing him with absolutely all the knowledge of this terrains ratio and the objects within it that he would ever desire, his feet came once again to pattern, though this time following the music that filled the air and indeed the rain as he continued on to his prior direction, eastward. If one was in ear-shout of a distance, and had incredible hearing, the young Saiyan could be heard speaking beneath his breath. The entire purpose of delegating his energy, while causing it to fade and or deplete was to dismantle his composure completely and move his body within the struggle and beat of the drum this heat had to offer. The transaction was cool, calm, and collected while his aura faded from the burst of energy released that caused the ambient energy to forge a storm to engulf the area. The music did not cease for the rain continued to envelop the area in constant fear and struggle of the power being summoned by this bond of ambition. After his walking came to a silence. Snippars disclosure was something thin, like the strings of a violin; His demeanor changed rather quickly and abruptly. The young Saiyan was serious, so his work outs began on a more fonder note of amplification. This time he would focus on KI based attacks, from blast waves to attacks with significant amount of charge. Holding out his hand; Snippar started to gather energy in a quick alarming rate. The initial charge took time and created friction due to the amount of heat made. With this electricity was made as the bond of energy shot from his hand in a honed release state. The beam cutting through the air subjugating the sky in a red radiant Light. Snippar repeated this relentless shot for a few hours until his hand was numb from the amount of energy used to utilize, and fire off the blast. A similar process was used for the other hand; A ratio sticking the same releasing the Power level of three thousand for each, maxing out as six thousand in total.
Once Snippar had finished firing off such devastating attacks, he moved one to a more finer tune to his ears. Combat training utilizing force from the initial charge to create more heavy blows. Each strike now used started off with a similar technique boxers use to deceive their opponents or allure them into the fray by any means necessary in order to win the battle. Bumping to each side to keep of his foot work, staying swift. His fists launched cutting through the air; Almost like a phantom due to the fact it was so quick but bore so much strength it went back into place almost instantly, caught in the pressure and beauty of the rain still he continued these strikes and maneuvers. Rain, a perfect combination of anger and sorrow blended into a recipe of murder and suicide, for most humans it signified the coming of plaque and disaster. Something to be cautious of from day in and day out, The beauty of it lost on mankind. But not on Snippar, it kept him at peace, his mind relaxed, he felt at home almost as if the foundation of his personal haven were being built around him brick by brick sealed together with the soothing sound of the tiny droplets impacting the hard surfaces of Snippars vessel. It fitted Snippars motive and mood during his training; After all he was a Saiyan. A creature of death and decay accompanied by what humans considered a symbol of chaotic destruction due to their culture, all because of the destructive force seemingly following close behind of any Saiyan. The craving for honor through trials by combat or worse; Near death experiences. Even if Snippar lacked the pride of a Saiyan he was still a seasoned warrior of the trade. Willing to go and become a high in prowess to have that fine tuned battle based on instincts as a fighter. Never the less Snippar rejected this ignorant philosophy about himself, at least he tried to. He attempted to end the mark of such thoughts and lustful cravings by increasing the speed of his strikes and force along with it. Snippar did this until his arms gave out and his footing became sloppy due to his tired state.
The dark clouds blended in perfectly with the darkness of the now night sky, if not for the rain and the disappearance of some stars then they would never even be known to the living creatures below them. And yet stars disappeared more rapidly under a single cloud moving quicker then the rest, showering no more rain down on the earth. To the unsuspecting eye and in most cases the suspecting eye it would be just a cloud floating in the wind, nothing of importance. While the clouds sought refuge and began to move to other disclosed area's of the planet. The climate changed from hot to cold almost instantly. Taking his time Snippar moved to another location. The upper part of the platform held a vast landscape filled with small cliff formations jutting from the ground like spears in one generally awkward direction, amber fields of sand that released a honey scent into the air covered as much as the eye could see. In the farthest reach of the area of irony stood a short mountain formation no larger then the small cliffs, but wider if anything. Down the side of it poured a subtle fresh water, a waterfall. It provided the land with a crystal clear fresh water lake, the dim lights of the hidden moon glistening off the Sapphires water, for it was not from the world of Vegeta and Aliens but was simply a peace of the celestial shift emerged from the earths formation by calling. Snippar took a kneeling position and began to consume the water for the purpose of regeneration of the energy lost. Using the animals remains he hunted earlier he forged heat with his KI and started to devour it quickly. Once this young Saiyan had his fill, he walked closer and undressed exposing his body to the cold climate and started to wash his physical. The water drenching his scars of the past, and his new self as an iconic wanderer. Not being known about was an amazing thing, yet it was a lonely thing. No companion, no love life, no master, no teacher, and surly no purpose to serve for the sake of justice with a hint of just composure. Compassion was non existent; But emotions swallowed him in regret and created turmoil. Snippar did betray his own kind, Snippar did kill radicals for the sake of peace, and Snippar was enveloped in the chaos revolt that caused bloodshed with a capital B.
Wrapping his robe around his body he relaxed while picking up his scouter and placing it upon his being. Scanning power levels from the HUD and of course the structure of life energies through ki based on the power level scale. In a relaxing moment; A sigh escaped his smooth lips and he laid back relaxing. Thinking back to a time where ambition was not the moment, but when kids could train and be engulfed with ignorant displays of a galaxy that punts ideals out the window with a quick snuff of military force. Snippar was uneasy...
This look not to yield to any as he gazed almost adamantly towards the area in which his onslaught indeed had taken place. His hood obscuring everything to onlookers but very well defined ocular orbs of light brown shading. These optics almost seemingly solidly locked upon the bile that now rest in pieces some good distance within the emptied land that was this deserts terrain, Though this was only a facade. Bringing on emotions of sadness for the souls of which he had indeed slain for the sole purpose consumption to survive on this planet, Snippar rose almost a sick and twisted sadness outwardly for the creature in which died by his own hand. As usual, this sadness, with Snippar brought about the winds to thrash and clouds to come to fruition from the north, these clouds moving at obviously unnatural pace's, it seemed that they continued to come from this direction, coming to clash with each other, they shifted to form over a large radius that seemed to even swallow the entirety of this small, but indeed vast terrain. Snippar merely called the storm by his rise in power. The KI created aura, and when aura was forged a large amount of friction and heat collided with the desserts atmospheric energy creating thunder clouds.
Once these clouds formation had been summoned by emotion of heat of the climate, though only Snippar would have such information, of course, This seemed unnatural, seeing as the setting, and might be so interpreted in any way that a being could fathom otherwise. Rain, copious amounts to grow to downpour upon this landscape, running the blood and flesh downwards in action of transferred energy to clean the Saiyans mess, His energy excreting from his very being as the rain had indeed supplied enough for it to spider outwards for many hundreds of feet almost within' seconds of the beginning of the storm, lightning cracked with the roars of thunder which seemingly now boomed over a tune to fill the constantly expanding radius, Snippars energy was growing as he rises daily during his training venture, invisible to the naked and mortal eye whom did not indeed have the ability to create energy attacks of KI or the ocular abilities to spot life energy and alike, this would go unknowingly to any outsiders that stood to affront him within this desert. This being snickered as rainfall near him seemed to clash against an orb like form around him, though it would take a keen eye at any distance to see this, it was certainly noticeable, as the beings clothing seemed to be dry to the touch. In fact, it was, this being completely dry, his Aura had expanded to its maximum girth to defend the being within his little energy bubble created by the charging of KI, gathering and swallowing the energy that fell almost eagerly as the collided force of his aura devoured itself, as a leech would collect blood, this only made the rate of this males energy decrease more so than even before.
A Final scope of a glance taken, though this was again for show, as now the male kept his eyes closed, the rainfall providing him with absolutely all the knowledge of this terrains ratio and the objects within it that he would ever desire, his feet came once again to pattern, though this time following the music that filled the air and indeed the rain as he continued on to his prior direction, eastward. If one was in ear-shout of a distance, and had incredible hearing, the young Saiyan could be heard speaking beneath his breath. The entire purpose of delegating his energy, while causing it to fade and or deplete was to dismantle his composure completely and move his body within the struggle and beat of the drum this heat had to offer. The transaction was cool, calm, and collected while his aura faded from the burst of energy released that caused the ambient energy to forge a storm to engulf the area. The music did not cease for the rain continued to envelop the area in constant fear and struggle of the power being summoned by this bond of ambition. After his walking came to a silence. Snippars disclosure was something thin, like the strings of a violin; His demeanor changed rather quickly and abruptly. The young Saiyan was serious, so his work outs began on a more fonder note of amplification. This time he would focus on KI based attacks, from blast waves to attacks with significant amount of charge. Holding out his hand; Snippar started to gather energy in a quick alarming rate. The initial charge took time and created friction due to the amount of heat made. With this electricity was made as the bond of energy shot from his hand in a honed release state. The beam cutting through the air subjugating the sky in a red radiant Light. Snippar repeated this relentless shot for a few hours until his hand was numb from the amount of energy used to utilize, and fire off the blast. A similar process was used for the other hand; A ratio sticking the same releasing the Power level of three thousand for each, maxing out as six thousand in total.
Once Snippar had finished firing off such devastating attacks, he moved one to a more finer tune to his ears. Combat training utilizing force from the initial charge to create more heavy blows. Each strike now used started off with a similar technique boxers use to deceive their opponents or allure them into the fray by any means necessary in order to win the battle. Bumping to each side to keep of his foot work, staying swift. His fists launched cutting through the air; Almost like a phantom due to the fact it was so quick but bore so much strength it went back into place almost instantly, caught in the pressure and beauty of the rain still he continued these strikes and maneuvers. Rain, a perfect combination of anger and sorrow blended into a recipe of murder and suicide, for most humans it signified the coming of plaque and disaster. Something to be cautious of from day in and day out, The beauty of it lost on mankind. But not on Snippar, it kept him at peace, his mind relaxed, he felt at home almost as if the foundation of his personal haven were being built around him brick by brick sealed together with the soothing sound of the tiny droplets impacting the hard surfaces of Snippars vessel. It fitted Snippars motive and mood during his training; After all he was a Saiyan. A creature of death and decay accompanied by what humans considered a symbol of chaotic destruction due to their culture, all because of the destructive force seemingly following close behind of any Saiyan. The craving for honor through trials by combat or worse; Near death experiences. Even if Snippar lacked the pride of a Saiyan he was still a seasoned warrior of the trade. Willing to go and become a high in prowess to have that fine tuned battle based on instincts as a fighter. Never the less Snippar rejected this ignorant philosophy about himself, at least he tried to. He attempted to end the mark of such thoughts and lustful cravings by increasing the speed of his strikes and force along with it. Snippar did this until his arms gave out and his footing became sloppy due to his tired state.
The dark clouds blended in perfectly with the darkness of the now night sky, if not for the rain and the disappearance of some stars then they would never even be known to the living creatures below them. And yet stars disappeared more rapidly under a single cloud moving quicker then the rest, showering no more rain down on the earth. To the unsuspecting eye and in most cases the suspecting eye it would be just a cloud floating in the wind, nothing of importance. While the clouds sought refuge and began to move to other disclosed area's of the planet. The climate changed from hot to cold almost instantly. Taking his time Snippar moved to another location. The upper part of the platform held a vast landscape filled with small cliff formations jutting from the ground like spears in one generally awkward direction, amber fields of sand that released a honey scent into the air covered as much as the eye could see. In the farthest reach of the area of irony stood a short mountain formation no larger then the small cliffs, but wider if anything. Down the side of it poured a subtle fresh water, a waterfall. It provided the land with a crystal clear fresh water lake, the dim lights of the hidden moon glistening off the Sapphires water, for it was not from the world of Vegeta and Aliens but was simply a peace of the celestial shift emerged from the earths formation by calling. Snippar took a kneeling position and began to consume the water for the purpose of regeneration of the energy lost. Using the animals remains he hunted earlier he forged heat with his KI and started to devour it quickly. Once this young Saiyan had his fill, he walked closer and undressed exposing his body to the cold climate and started to wash his physical. The water drenching his scars of the past, and his new self as an iconic wanderer. Not being known about was an amazing thing, yet it was a lonely thing. No companion, no love life, no master, no teacher, and surly no purpose to serve for the sake of justice with a hint of just composure. Compassion was non existent; But emotions swallowed him in regret and created turmoil. Snippar did betray his own kind, Snippar did kill radicals for the sake of peace, and Snippar was enveloped in the chaos revolt that caused bloodshed with a capital B.
Wrapping his robe around his body he relaxed while picking up his scouter and placing it upon his being. Scanning power levels from the HUD and of course the structure of life energies through ki based on the power level scale. In a relaxing moment; A sigh escaped his smooth lips and he laid back relaxing. Thinking back to a time where ambition was not the moment, but when kids could train and be engulfed with ignorant displays of a galaxy that punts ideals out the window with a quick snuff of military force. Snippar was uneasy...