Post by Solen on Mar 3, 2017 19:08:30 GMT
Ah, Namek. Good old Namek. It was a beautiful sight to behold when you were foreign, but to the native Namekians like Solen, it was simply home. Where your house was, where your family lived, and where the cabbages grew that fed your people. The development of the planet was still primitive enough to be compareable to the other planets, which Solen had only ever seen on pictures from books and through descriptions from relatives and other Namekians. But Namek had a certain beauty only the green slugmen from the planet could truely admire...
Except for certain aspects. The planet was definitely not what it used to be anymore, with the uprising of the Mazoku Caste attempting to take the spacial empires by storm. It was no secret, word of mouth passed around, as anyone not present for Xylo's speech still knew what was going to happen to the planet. This was why Solen took this journey, why he bothered leaving his Caste and searching for guidance. He needed someone to help him reclaim his homeland, even if he died again to get there.
The air was a nice shade today, somewhat indescribable and only something the naked eye could experience, while Solen had layed in the field. The blue grass fluttered under his robes with a fury while the wind rose and dived, signalling a sudden prescence. The supression of his power was pointless. Light faded from his face while he openned his eyes, seeing his persuers in the sunlight. A Namekian, wearing dark purple robes and holding a staff stood firm above Solen. His eyes were on the laying Namekian heavily and his face clearly stated an unnerving feeling of hatred. This Namekian was Mazoku, no doubt about it.
"You have a lot of nerve to be this close to our village. We don't like your kind around here." The words lifted from the older namek's mouth with grace, but also a snarl of spit and gurgle. His tone was agressive, attempting to offset Solen. The lifting of violet garments came along with the crushing of dirt underneath Solen's foot while he jammed his boot into the ground. His muscular body compared to this opponent was notably larger and releasing a steadier Ki flow which only gave more and more reason for the elder to be afraid. Backing away rapidly, back against one of Namek's beautiful blue trees... He wasn't going to live very long unless he could run faster then Solen could catch him.
"Are you with the Mazoku? ARE YOU PART OF THOSE DAMNED DEMON CLANS?" A yell would erupt from the large Namekian's mouth as he reaching forwards, lifting the Mazoku from the dirt and holding him high in the air. This fool was strutting his demonic heritage in front of a vigilantee of Namek, someone who held in his grace the power to eradicate all of the poor Mazoku bastards who dared harm his homelands. His motto being to save the world... no... worlds from the demon's evil claws and become an infamous monster in the enemy eyes. He knew he would never amount to the levels of his archenemy, Lord Xylo, but he could kill as many Mazoku warriors and sympathizers as he could in the mean time. Not a single Mazoku would escape his wrath, and while yelling loudly, his grip on the Namekian elder's skull would tighten and crush the bones. Blood and other juices would spray in multiple different directions, between the gloved fingers and onto his violet shirt and pants. He was pissing off a whole village by murdering their elder, but he was not going to have trash infesting his planet, and set off for the village in the distance.
It didn't take long for the white buildings to be engulfed by a small sea of green men, all rising into the sky to greet their assaulter. Solen's body stopped, staying in a light glide to see what his enemy might attempt on first contact.
"Is this the village of that weak monster over there?" He asked nonchalantly to the first one to rise to his level, gazing deep at him with despise and hatred. He was understanding their situation, their elder was killed and they must protect the village at all costs, but Solen wouldn't allow such recetches to live. They threatened the livelihood of the hiding Warrior Caste. They threatened the existence of peace between the Saiyans, Namekians, and Terrans, which many knew were on bad terms. Gossip gave many lips the power to rise up heroes who would give a just cause. This is why Solen was here today, fighting these Namekians and putting the fight to the enemy frces, even if he wasn't the greatest fighter.
"You have killed our leader and you dare mock us in this time of grief? We will put an end to your terror" The risen one spoke with such a powerful voice that it seemed heroic almost, if it weren't for the fact that they were executing Namekians and non-Namekians below in the village square. A cloth boot jammed itself into the Mazoku's face, Solen giving a round-house kick at the man before sending him down into the crowd of fighters, a few of which catching the falling one to find half of his skull torn off. The force of the kick had ripped his skin from the face, removing a chunk of skull and brain and killing him almost instantaniously. The poor bastard didn't even know what hit him before he was killed.
This caused a rising of explosive anger from his enemies as they all gathered up their weapons, mostly sticks and other small staffs, but a few swords here and their, and starting for the Warrior Caste above them. Some could not fly, while others could, it made no difference to Solen as he swatted them away with a flurry of kicks and punches that sent some flying, others taking the hits with their bodies and surviving, while some others died upon impact, but the numbers of the Mazoku were a cause for concern. He was forced to fly back, gather Ki from his body into his hands, and begin charging a small set of two Ki blasts in his hands. He rarely used his Ki techniques against those weaker then himself, but this was a moment he required it, and fired the two blasts. They connected in the middle of their flight, hitting the crowd and burning and killing his opponents quickly. They couldn't defend from his power.
"big... green... namek... MACHINE! He said in between gasps. "Remember the name of the attack that killed you, so you know not to dare assault the Warrior Caste ever again." His lips curled with excitement and the taking of heavy breaths forced him to the ground where he would rest.
Well, as he sat against a rock and looked upon the village in front of him, children Namekians ran for their lives, spared by Solen in a sense of forgiveness. Bodies litered the streets and ground, all by the hands of this pampered and build monster of a fighter. He never bothered to look at his own body and see the comparison between him and other Namekians. While some stood tall, with linky bodies, Solen was buff and built, like a body builder. His muscle pads were ripped in strength, and showed years of non-stop training for combat experience. He was born with thick, heavier antanee, but his neck muscles grew stronger to counter the weight, and his thyroid was bulging with flexed strength that slight made him fear his own power. His looking upon himself made him feel different for a moment, like an abomination. How had the warrior caste dealt with him for so long without mentioning the difference in size. He wasn't like the other Namekians, he had a reason to continue his endless training, which led to his rising in power, no wonder he was so different. He stopped thinking about it, pushing the thoughts away to stare back up at the teal sky.
The streaks of stars were visible at this time of the day, giving the appearance of a nighttime that was never present on his planet. He was permanently viewing the suns with such curiosity that he wondered how other planets and species coped with having times where it wasn't light out. There was a reason for the endless daytime, the tri-sun tertiary star system as the elder of his small collection told him. He completely forgot about his deed only a mere moments ago due to his sudden interest in the sky. This was average for the Namekian, he would zone out for something more or less important. The growth of plant life, the sudden drop in temperture, maybe even a toad. All of these things interested him more then the current moment, as if he was out of it completely...
"Glowing blue grass, radiant verdant skies, this magnicifent and amazing tasting water... Why am I even thinking of leaving here... I should just stay. Maybe grab a cabbage or two on the way back home." He grumbled to himself, getting up and walking away from his situation. He had never bothered to get his dirk unhinged, never drawing his blade. "Aw... I didn't get to use this yet..."
Word Count: 1,576 Words!
Except for certain aspects. The planet was definitely not what it used to be anymore, with the uprising of the Mazoku Caste attempting to take the spacial empires by storm. It was no secret, word of mouth passed around, as anyone not present for Xylo's speech still knew what was going to happen to the planet. This was why Solen took this journey, why he bothered leaving his Caste and searching for guidance. He needed someone to help him reclaim his homeland, even if he died again to get there.
The air was a nice shade today, somewhat indescribable and only something the naked eye could experience, while Solen had layed in the field. The blue grass fluttered under his robes with a fury while the wind rose and dived, signalling a sudden prescence. The supression of his power was pointless. Light faded from his face while he openned his eyes, seeing his persuers in the sunlight. A Namekian, wearing dark purple robes and holding a staff stood firm above Solen. His eyes were on the laying Namekian heavily and his face clearly stated an unnerving feeling of hatred. This Namekian was Mazoku, no doubt about it.
"You have a lot of nerve to be this close to our village. We don't like your kind around here." The words lifted from the older namek's mouth with grace, but also a snarl of spit and gurgle. His tone was agressive, attempting to offset Solen. The lifting of violet garments came along with the crushing of dirt underneath Solen's foot while he jammed his boot into the ground. His muscular body compared to this opponent was notably larger and releasing a steadier Ki flow which only gave more and more reason for the elder to be afraid. Backing away rapidly, back against one of Namek's beautiful blue trees... He wasn't going to live very long unless he could run faster then Solen could catch him.
"Are you with the Mazoku? ARE YOU PART OF THOSE DAMNED DEMON CLANS?" A yell would erupt from the large Namekian's mouth as he reaching forwards, lifting the Mazoku from the dirt and holding him high in the air. This fool was strutting his demonic heritage in front of a vigilantee of Namek, someone who held in his grace the power to eradicate all of the poor Mazoku bastards who dared harm his homelands. His motto being to save the world... no... worlds from the demon's evil claws and become an infamous monster in the enemy eyes. He knew he would never amount to the levels of his archenemy, Lord Xylo, but he could kill as many Mazoku warriors and sympathizers as he could in the mean time. Not a single Mazoku would escape his wrath, and while yelling loudly, his grip on the Namekian elder's skull would tighten and crush the bones. Blood and other juices would spray in multiple different directions, between the gloved fingers and onto his violet shirt and pants. He was pissing off a whole village by murdering their elder, but he was not going to have trash infesting his planet, and set off for the village in the distance.
It didn't take long for the white buildings to be engulfed by a small sea of green men, all rising into the sky to greet their assaulter. Solen's body stopped, staying in a light glide to see what his enemy might attempt on first contact.
"Is this the village of that weak monster over there?" He asked nonchalantly to the first one to rise to his level, gazing deep at him with despise and hatred. He was understanding their situation, their elder was killed and they must protect the village at all costs, but Solen wouldn't allow such recetches to live. They threatened the livelihood of the hiding Warrior Caste. They threatened the existence of peace between the Saiyans, Namekians, and Terrans, which many knew were on bad terms. Gossip gave many lips the power to rise up heroes who would give a just cause. This is why Solen was here today, fighting these Namekians and putting the fight to the enemy frces, even if he wasn't the greatest fighter.
"You have killed our leader and you dare mock us in this time of grief? We will put an end to your terror" The risen one spoke with such a powerful voice that it seemed heroic almost, if it weren't for the fact that they were executing Namekians and non-Namekians below in the village square. A cloth boot jammed itself into the Mazoku's face, Solen giving a round-house kick at the man before sending him down into the crowd of fighters, a few of which catching the falling one to find half of his skull torn off. The force of the kick had ripped his skin from the face, removing a chunk of skull and brain and killing him almost instantaniously. The poor bastard didn't even know what hit him before he was killed.
This caused a rising of explosive anger from his enemies as they all gathered up their weapons, mostly sticks and other small staffs, but a few swords here and their, and starting for the Warrior Caste above them. Some could not fly, while others could, it made no difference to Solen as he swatted them away with a flurry of kicks and punches that sent some flying, others taking the hits with their bodies and surviving, while some others died upon impact, but the numbers of the Mazoku were a cause for concern. He was forced to fly back, gather Ki from his body into his hands, and begin charging a small set of two Ki blasts in his hands. He rarely used his Ki techniques against those weaker then himself, but this was a moment he required it, and fired the two blasts. They connected in the middle of their flight, hitting the crowd and burning and killing his opponents quickly. They couldn't defend from his power.
"big... green... namek... MACHINE! He said in between gasps. "Remember the name of the attack that killed you, so you know not to dare assault the Warrior Caste ever again." His lips curled with excitement and the taking of heavy breaths forced him to the ground where he would rest.
Well, as he sat against a rock and looked upon the village in front of him, children Namekians ran for their lives, spared by Solen in a sense of forgiveness. Bodies litered the streets and ground, all by the hands of this pampered and build monster of a fighter. He never bothered to look at his own body and see the comparison between him and other Namekians. While some stood tall, with linky bodies, Solen was buff and built, like a body builder. His muscle pads were ripped in strength, and showed years of non-stop training for combat experience. He was born with thick, heavier antanee, but his neck muscles grew stronger to counter the weight, and his thyroid was bulging with flexed strength that slight made him fear his own power. His looking upon himself made him feel different for a moment, like an abomination. How had the warrior caste dealt with him for so long without mentioning the difference in size. He wasn't like the other Namekians, he had a reason to continue his endless training, which led to his rising in power, no wonder he was so different. He stopped thinking about it, pushing the thoughts away to stare back up at the teal sky.
The streaks of stars were visible at this time of the day, giving the appearance of a nighttime that was never present on his planet. He was permanently viewing the suns with such curiosity that he wondered how other planets and species coped with having times where it wasn't light out. There was a reason for the endless daytime, the tri-sun tertiary star system as the elder of his small collection told him. He completely forgot about his deed only a mere moments ago due to his sudden interest in the sky. This was average for the Namekian, he would zone out for something more or less important. The growth of plant life, the sudden drop in temperture, maybe even a toad. All of these things interested him more then the current moment, as if he was out of it completely...
"Glowing blue grass, radiant verdant skies, this magnicifent and amazing tasting water... Why am I even thinking of leaving here... I should just stay. Maybe grab a cabbage or two on the way back home." He grumbled to himself, getting up and walking away from his situation. He had never bothered to get his dirk unhinged, never drawing his blade. "Aw... I didn't get to use this yet..."
Word Count: 1,576 Words!