Post by Koramund on Nov 16, 2014 4:00:52 GMT
Koramund breathed in the air, blinking as he awoke from darkness. Ash and flame had ravaged his ship, but it was alright, for he was alive. He tasted the air again, until it turned stale and rotten. What disgusting turn of events was this? His stale eyes finally blinked the crust out of his vision, until his emerald eyes began to glow. His sharp fingernails embedded into aged glass, shattering it like air. He leaped from his pod, his teal feet feeling the gold ruined metal beneath him. He watched the ground, as to him golden lines scattered and grew, things that normally would be hidden to others he had learned to perfect degrees. He had spend millennium studying and learning of the primordial secrets of the Saiyans, to which he had completed. Fighting styles, cultures, secrets, what was hidden to him he couldn't tell tell he saw it again. He tasted his mouth, spitting out the sour and vile "healthy" fluid that should have let him live. He didn't need it, he could live in a vacuum. He limped forward, his strength suppressed like always. He hand pressed against the other pod, it was much higher quality then the one he entered into before his death. Now he was reborn, and his friend shall be to.
Koramund slowly hunched his back, as he began to stretch his muscles. Armored holstered spikes flew upwards and back down, slowly, but gaining speed as blood pressure increased and returned to normal levels. Koramund bounced up and down, his muscles reawakening to match his pace. He shuffled constantly, twirling around in a dance. He laughed, he would never need to worry about embarrassment, for where he came from privacy was nothing you kept. He viewed the golden wires, as he whispered his command to the air, "Awaken her..." the golden thread vibrated, turning red, and burning into his vision. Koramund followed the wires to a console, to which he unleashed a ki shock. The tiny current was enough to activate the machinery, and its primordial servos unlocked, obeying their master. Emerald eyes gazed to the reborn friend of his, Sacrid. Sacrid had grown massively, and revealed her true colors as she shed. Her skin was armored and scaled, but was a light grey color unlike her albino beginnings. But that was not all, her wings had changed into scythe like webbed tendrils, just like Koramund's own tail, but less chaotic. The beast had 8 legs like the mythical horse of the god Odin, old slippy, or in their native tongue Sleipnir. The popular myths of the Earthlings were embedded into the data banks, and as such he knew of Greek, Roman, and Norse mythology, but he currently had no good use for it.
Koramund looked to the female tyrant that he had just raised from her frozen tomb, and simply lifted up a hand. He then spoke outwards with the might of his species, demanding not respect but love, "Do you remember me, old friend Sacrid?" She let her crimson eyes gaze upon him, and then rushed him. Her massive head nuzzled him, as Koramund laughed, petting his friend. He whispered to Sacrid, "Its been so long, I am guessing Millennium... but do not be scared, for we will do it together. My friend, shall we gaze upon the new world?" She roared a light screech, breaking the rest of the mythical glass around them. That was enough for him! They both wandered through the ruins, the crimson burning thread forming through the power lines in Koramund's vision. He saw the end before his friend, but that was not her fault. They entered the hall way to the nearest exit, and to which they were met with flames and ash. A recent flame would be very strange luck indeed. He leaped forward armor first, and saw what was the cause of the strange inferno. Lurking there was a demonic atrocity, a flaming majin!
The dreaded serpent majin roared, seeing Koramund as prey that had entered its den in this cascading gift from the heavens. The serpent roared its rocky armored skull, poisons dripping from every scale. The serpent burped out a vile payload of flame, to which Koramund rolled under. The serpent sang to the air, "Through the rubble rock and stone... the ashes are my home..." Koramund impaled his tail into a rock, and smashed it over the Serpent's head, speaking back, "Then your home is your grave!" The serpent coiled around its earthen den, its massive hulking body overwhelming. Koramund stood his ground, as a shock hit his eyes. The world dissolved around him, and then was replaced with another scene. He has not fully awoken yet, that he finally understood. His mind was over-whelmed, and it now used his memory to aide this battle. He stood there in ice and fire, the serpent's body spanning the entire world. The majin roared its cry, its true name burned into Koramund's mind, Jörmungandr. The serpent's scales were razors, its fangs were world breakers, its body was the borderline, and its breath was death. They both rushed towards each other, razor claw against razor fang. They slashed and tried to bite, but no hit had any effect to the other. Then, Koramund played his trump card.
Sacrid rushed in, her horn slamming into the majin, as the false image shattered. Koramund remembered what just happened, and to that his fate was now his again. He glowed with ki, as he unleashed a tracer beam into the Majin's eye. This special attack was aimed for his brain. "Death Bone Rain" echoed throughout the den, as a broad side of energy toppled the devil. Koramund blinked, as a white slash formed through the Serpent, as Sacrid rammed the weakened husk and splintered its maw open. Koramund smiled as the attack had blown the head of the serpent straight open, its primal essence splattering to the floor. Koramund then looked to Sacrid, and leaped onto her back. He said, "Shall we escape this land?" Sacrid rushed out of the den, her legs constantly crushing the dirt under her. Koramund sighed, this was the exact same place as he came from- what in the name of Kami? He looked to the sun, and it wasn't boiling hot. He looked to the distance, and saw a city with grass. He found paradise, and Sacrid snorted her approval. Koramund got off her back, and then laughed. He hugged Sacrid, saying, "We made it!"
Then, the next trouble in his path was discovered. Gaia seemed to want him dead, as the foreigners walked onto a weakened piece of earth that gave way under their weight. Sacrid just slammed onto her hide, sliding down, while Koramund's tail flung him into the air. His eyes glowed crimson, as his ki surrounded him and busted outwards. Four tails ripped from his shoulder blades, symmetrical to the opposite tail's location. He roared, as his jaw unhinged itself then molded back, his teeth now with a harder inner core and his jaws able to open a little bit wider. His shoulder plates expanded, all the spikes on top of them now tipped in glowing crimson. His five deformed tails slammed into the cliff side, as his new pulsing muscles began to feel the blood flow into them. But then, his transformation accelerated a little bit, as the pulse made him let go of the ledge with the main tail. His new tail was demonic, four times as long like a very long cape, and all the smaller tails grew like roses, more smaller tails on them and the original micro tails growing to full sized ones. He screamed to the air, as three bone cords ripped through his spine like a eagle's foot without the fourth toe. Koramund's main tail flew forward, grabbing Sacrid and then flinging Koramund to her. Time seemed to slow as Koramund's actions became as fluid and dynamic as fate.
Koramund drilled his tails into the ledge, but that was only slowing them down slightly. The hill would become a solid drop within 4K feet, and they were barely losing any speed. He made a orb of Ki, curve balling the orb as it slammed into the rocks, and then a wave of explosive ki followed. Lots of holes, and such Sacrid and Koramunds' speeds were decreasing rapidly. Every time they flew into the air, he would try to anchor them down, but it took about 6 tries to get it done right. They finally stopped, 200 feet away from the ledge. His True form quivered once more, as his 8 horns grew. They grew upwards and then arced towards his brain, until they rounded to the right, forming a demented crown of bone and armor. His blood, he felt it changing, his vessels and veins growing to accommodate to this new power level. He cracked his neck, as under his cheeks grew dual more cords that attached into his shoulders. From all his bone cords grew strange cylinders symmetrical across his left and right torso hemispheres.
The tortured transformation of Koramund had lead to Sacrid staring at him. She moaned in pain, as her staring was not him, but herself. Her skin started to rot, her horn started to break apart, as her body turned to sand?! Koramund knelled to her, placing his hand on her hide, ordering her, "You will not die you foul creature. Your MY bloody friend, and I won't let you die!" Her head weakly raised, her eyes full of confusion and pain, which Koramund felt to create degrees. Years together as his sister, that was what Koramund thought she was. He started to give Ki to her, as his expression and tone grew more and more desperate, "Stop... please oh great damn kami stop killing her in this way!" Her hone blew out one weakened trumpet moan, but Koramund understood it perfectly. His eyes opened wider, the pain in his form now nothing compared to the pain in his heart. Was this why he was known as the Frost Daemon race, and was this why his family never grew emotions? Their bonds always grew pain when separated, but was the pain worth it?
Koramund watched as time finally reaped Sacrid, and turned her to dust and rock. Koramund placed his head on the sand, as he cried in pain and sorrow. This would be normal, if it weren't for the fact his family had no natural tear glands, and because of such he was crying blood. The blood splattered and was absorbed into the sand, but it didn't matter, his essence would do nothing. He slowly got up, as his ki ripped the ledge and cliff apart. The ruble rock and stone rained down, forming the tomb of his sister Sacrid. Koramund sighed, as he wiped the blood away, and gave his respects. His muscles wobbled and quivered, as he slowly whispered, "...Sac...rid... It was worth it... I will join you one day sister dear... I swear on my life I will come to you..." To that, he wandered away. He tried to turn into his previous form, but instead discovered that he was stuck in his true form. Also, his power wasn't as strong as he used to be, and his stomach growled at him. He has not even in years, so he walked off, as he started to adapt.
Koramund slowly hunched his back, as he began to stretch his muscles. Armored holstered spikes flew upwards and back down, slowly, but gaining speed as blood pressure increased and returned to normal levels. Koramund bounced up and down, his muscles reawakening to match his pace. He shuffled constantly, twirling around in a dance. He laughed, he would never need to worry about embarrassment, for where he came from privacy was nothing you kept. He viewed the golden wires, as he whispered his command to the air, "Awaken her..." the golden thread vibrated, turning red, and burning into his vision. Koramund followed the wires to a console, to which he unleashed a ki shock. The tiny current was enough to activate the machinery, and its primordial servos unlocked, obeying their master. Emerald eyes gazed to the reborn friend of his, Sacrid. Sacrid had grown massively, and revealed her true colors as she shed. Her skin was armored and scaled, but was a light grey color unlike her albino beginnings. But that was not all, her wings had changed into scythe like webbed tendrils, just like Koramund's own tail, but less chaotic. The beast had 8 legs like the mythical horse of the god Odin, old slippy, or in their native tongue Sleipnir. The popular myths of the Earthlings were embedded into the data banks, and as such he knew of Greek, Roman, and Norse mythology, but he currently had no good use for it.
Koramund looked to the female tyrant that he had just raised from her frozen tomb, and simply lifted up a hand. He then spoke outwards with the might of his species, demanding not respect but love, "Do you remember me, old friend Sacrid?" She let her crimson eyes gaze upon him, and then rushed him. Her massive head nuzzled him, as Koramund laughed, petting his friend. He whispered to Sacrid, "Its been so long, I am guessing Millennium... but do not be scared, for we will do it together. My friend, shall we gaze upon the new world?" She roared a light screech, breaking the rest of the mythical glass around them. That was enough for him! They both wandered through the ruins, the crimson burning thread forming through the power lines in Koramund's vision. He saw the end before his friend, but that was not her fault. They entered the hall way to the nearest exit, and to which they were met with flames and ash. A recent flame would be very strange luck indeed. He leaped forward armor first, and saw what was the cause of the strange inferno. Lurking there was a demonic atrocity, a flaming majin!
The dreaded serpent majin roared, seeing Koramund as prey that had entered its den in this cascading gift from the heavens. The serpent roared its rocky armored skull, poisons dripping from every scale. The serpent burped out a vile payload of flame, to which Koramund rolled under. The serpent sang to the air, "Through the rubble rock and stone... the ashes are my home..." Koramund impaled his tail into a rock, and smashed it over the Serpent's head, speaking back, "Then your home is your grave!" The serpent coiled around its earthen den, its massive hulking body overwhelming. Koramund stood his ground, as a shock hit his eyes. The world dissolved around him, and then was replaced with another scene. He has not fully awoken yet, that he finally understood. His mind was over-whelmed, and it now used his memory to aide this battle. He stood there in ice and fire, the serpent's body spanning the entire world. The majin roared its cry, its true name burned into Koramund's mind, Jörmungandr. The serpent's scales were razors, its fangs were world breakers, its body was the borderline, and its breath was death. They both rushed towards each other, razor claw against razor fang. They slashed and tried to bite, but no hit had any effect to the other. Then, Koramund played his trump card.
Sacrid rushed in, her horn slamming into the majin, as the false image shattered. Koramund remembered what just happened, and to that his fate was now his again. He glowed with ki, as he unleashed a tracer beam into the Majin's eye. This special attack was aimed for his brain. "Death Bone Rain" echoed throughout the den, as a broad side of energy toppled the devil. Koramund blinked, as a white slash formed through the Serpent, as Sacrid rammed the weakened husk and splintered its maw open. Koramund smiled as the attack had blown the head of the serpent straight open, its primal essence splattering to the floor. Koramund then looked to Sacrid, and leaped onto her back. He said, "Shall we escape this land?" Sacrid rushed out of the den, her legs constantly crushing the dirt under her. Koramund sighed, this was the exact same place as he came from- what in the name of Kami? He looked to the sun, and it wasn't boiling hot. He looked to the distance, and saw a city with grass. He found paradise, and Sacrid snorted her approval. Koramund got off her back, and then laughed. He hugged Sacrid, saying, "We made it!"
Then, the next trouble in his path was discovered. Gaia seemed to want him dead, as the foreigners walked onto a weakened piece of earth that gave way under their weight. Sacrid just slammed onto her hide, sliding down, while Koramund's tail flung him into the air. His eyes glowed crimson, as his ki surrounded him and busted outwards. Four tails ripped from his shoulder blades, symmetrical to the opposite tail's location. He roared, as his jaw unhinged itself then molded back, his teeth now with a harder inner core and his jaws able to open a little bit wider. His shoulder plates expanded, all the spikes on top of them now tipped in glowing crimson. His five deformed tails slammed into the cliff side, as his new pulsing muscles began to feel the blood flow into them. But then, his transformation accelerated a little bit, as the pulse made him let go of the ledge with the main tail. His new tail was demonic, four times as long like a very long cape, and all the smaller tails grew like roses, more smaller tails on them and the original micro tails growing to full sized ones. He screamed to the air, as three bone cords ripped through his spine like a eagle's foot without the fourth toe. Koramund's main tail flew forward, grabbing Sacrid and then flinging Koramund to her. Time seemed to slow as Koramund's actions became as fluid and dynamic as fate.
Koramund drilled his tails into the ledge, but that was only slowing them down slightly. The hill would become a solid drop within 4K feet, and they were barely losing any speed. He made a orb of Ki, curve balling the orb as it slammed into the rocks, and then a wave of explosive ki followed. Lots of holes, and such Sacrid and Koramunds' speeds were decreasing rapidly. Every time they flew into the air, he would try to anchor them down, but it took about 6 tries to get it done right. They finally stopped, 200 feet away from the ledge. His True form quivered once more, as his 8 horns grew. They grew upwards and then arced towards his brain, until they rounded to the right, forming a demented crown of bone and armor. His blood, he felt it changing, his vessels and veins growing to accommodate to this new power level. He cracked his neck, as under his cheeks grew dual more cords that attached into his shoulders. From all his bone cords grew strange cylinders symmetrical across his left and right torso hemispheres.
The tortured transformation of Koramund had lead to Sacrid staring at him. She moaned in pain, as her staring was not him, but herself. Her skin started to rot, her horn started to break apart, as her body turned to sand?! Koramund knelled to her, placing his hand on her hide, ordering her, "You will not die you foul creature. Your MY bloody friend, and I won't let you die!" Her head weakly raised, her eyes full of confusion and pain, which Koramund felt to create degrees. Years together as his sister, that was what Koramund thought she was. He started to give Ki to her, as his expression and tone grew more and more desperate, "Stop... please oh great damn kami stop killing her in this way!" Her hone blew out one weakened trumpet moan, but Koramund understood it perfectly. His eyes opened wider, the pain in his form now nothing compared to the pain in his heart. Was this why he was known as the Frost Daemon race, and was this why his family never grew emotions? Their bonds always grew pain when separated, but was the pain worth it?
Koramund watched as time finally reaped Sacrid, and turned her to dust and rock. Koramund placed his head on the sand, as he cried in pain and sorrow. This would be normal, if it weren't for the fact his family had no natural tear glands, and because of such he was crying blood. The blood splattered and was absorbed into the sand, but it didn't matter, his essence would do nothing. He slowly got up, as his ki ripped the ledge and cliff apart. The ruble rock and stone rained down, forming the tomb of his sister Sacrid. Koramund sighed, as he wiped the blood away, and gave his respects. His muscles wobbled and quivered, as he slowly whispered, "...Sac...rid... It was worth it... I will join you one day sister dear... I swear on my life I will come to you..." To that, he wandered away. He tried to turn into his previous form, but instead discovered that he was stuck in his true form. Also, his power wasn't as strong as he used to be, and his stomach growled at him. He has not even in years, so he walked off, as he started to adapt.