Post by Deleted on Dec 25, 2016 5:25:05 GMT
Current Day
It was around the witching hour, cold and damp from the recent drizzle that showered the valley that held the sorrowful mother. Elizabeth's eyes covered in tears that left streaks down her cheeks, like rivers on a countryside. She had stationed herself onto a widow's walk, thin and rough from similar woman whom had arrived to weep over their lost loved ones. Elizabeth, on the other hand, didn't lose her family to the sea like the natives, her family tree annihilated every time. Three of her babies, murdered. Her two different husbands, and every friend she had, all massacred. Mind circulating, thoughts both vivid and vague deepening her depression while the soot and mud from her boots slid off the textile roofing. She was bad luck it seemed, and her self-esteem dropped at every thought of her pedigree. She was on the edge of suicide, before remembering her goal, and today was not a day of misery, she was to train and gain as much power as possible. She couldn't allow such uselessness from her body, and with her new found strength in her autonomous, mechanical body, she knew she could finally get revenge for every family member she lost. Her eyes lit up with anguish, than forming a strict, but painful show of hate. She stood up, her two legs wobbling on the thin widow's walk, and slowly making her way to the edge, where she lifted herself off of it, and down to the ground multiple meters below. Her attention was divided on the civilians looking at her in an awkward gaze, and the person she challenged. He was a fair male human, standing at an awe inspiring seven feet tall it seemed, though he stood a good head above the Android. His beautiful blond hair went down to his upper back, and his piercing blue eyes reminded her of her old Saiyan husband. He was truly an attractive man, comparable to even the greatest of the Saiyan warriors. Elizabeth looked him up and down, his Gi being parchment and obviously homemade, she knew he was new to combat. She coughed, small traces of her weeping wiped away by a single gloved hand. Her bandana mask being pulled from her face to show a soft smirk across her mouth. She had the eyes of a cocky soldier, her fingers popping under pressure from her fist, before she delved down below and socked her hand against the ground hard, lifting up the dirt around her and covering her attack.
It was over soon, his dangling broken body being left on the ground as she flew away, bored and disgusted by the pitiful human. He was of no assistance to her in powering up, and she was finally done with this village, walking on as she finally gave in.
"It's finally time to take the fight to the people. I will hunt down every last Saiyan I can an kill as many as possible... I WILL AVENGE THEM!"
It was around the witching hour, cold and damp from the recent drizzle that showered the valley that held the sorrowful mother. Elizabeth's eyes covered in tears that left streaks down her cheeks, like rivers on a countryside. She had stationed herself onto a widow's walk, thin and rough from similar woman whom had arrived to weep over their lost loved ones. Elizabeth, on the other hand, didn't lose her family to the sea like the natives, her family tree annihilated every time. Three of her babies, murdered. Her two different husbands, and every friend she had, all massacred. Mind circulating, thoughts both vivid and vague deepening her depression while the soot and mud from her boots slid off the textile roofing. She was bad luck it seemed, and her self-esteem dropped at every thought of her pedigree. She was on the edge of suicide, before remembering her goal, and today was not a day of misery, she was to train and gain as much power as possible. She couldn't allow such uselessness from her body, and with her new found strength in her autonomous, mechanical body, she knew she could finally get revenge for every family member she lost. Her eyes lit up with anguish, than forming a strict, but painful show of hate. She stood up, her two legs wobbling on the thin widow's walk, and slowly making her way to the edge, where she lifted herself off of it, and down to the ground multiple meters below. Her attention was divided on the civilians looking at her in an awkward gaze, and the person she challenged. He was a fair male human, standing at an awe inspiring seven feet tall it seemed, though he stood a good head above the Android. His beautiful blond hair went down to his upper back, and his piercing blue eyes reminded her of her old Saiyan husband. He was truly an attractive man, comparable to even the greatest of the Saiyan warriors. Elizabeth looked him up and down, his Gi being parchment and obviously homemade, she knew he was new to combat. She coughed, small traces of her weeping wiped away by a single gloved hand. Her bandana mask being pulled from her face to show a soft smirk across her mouth. She had the eyes of a cocky soldier, her fingers popping under pressure from her fist, before she delved down below and socked her hand against the ground hard, lifting up the dirt around her and covering her attack.
It was over soon, his dangling broken body being left on the ground as she flew away, bored and disgusted by the pitiful human. He was of no assistance to her in powering up, and she was finally done with this village, walking on as she finally gave in.
"It's finally time to take the fight to the people. I will hunt down every last Saiyan I can an kill as many as possible... I WILL AVENGE THEM!"