Post by Dantalion on Aug 17, 2017 12:01:20 GMT
The dance of life had all but pervaded Namek ever since it had existed. The billowing of leaves rustle in the air, the sound of dirt upturned beneath every step and gushing rivers seeped into every pore and fibre of the Namekian landscape. It had all been so.... Foreign, and if he was any less jaded he might have found serenity in the forces of nature that seemingly lived in perfect harmony no matter how much discord wailed between every chord played in their own personal dance of life. It was all so... Manufactured almost in the way it existed and here he was, to bring a little bit of that serenity home in what most called discord in their simplistic day to day lives since so very few knew how to read, and even fewer still knew the basics of law.
Above the roots a single form swung around a hefty death-bringer, the forests bane for oh so long since he had arrived. He tried his best to toot a jolly tune but all come out was hollow whispers that brought wilting to the grass around him, or at least, that is what the few rumours uttered about him. He slowly with a pattern of steps moved towards through plain-scapes as he looked upon the forest with glee, all around him littered the corpses of his own fallen foes, stumps, half cut roots and his troops of weeds and encroaching vermin that took up shelter in the recently levelled forest turned plains.
Slowly his movement grew closer, his eyes apathetic to their plight. This was his sort of war, one where the foes stood still and didn't fight back. Let Ais, Basil and Gogmagog have their fun fighting with Saiyans and get left in an inevitable hole in the ground more made up of blood than flesh. This was his fight, with the Trees, since he really had nothing better to do and wasn't going to go fight another Saiyan. Again. Ever.
From the verdant green swaying of trees, emerald lights flickered and popped, the sound of what deemed themselves 'Guardians' which was far from an apt title. The splinter group had long ago developed with the sole intention of ridding the Mazoku, their success so far had ranged from Subjective Failure to Objective Failure, and it so far hadn't gotten any better to the point he never even mentioned it to most of the Mazoku, so far, Durian, Levlidian and Takeshii had seen them once before, but other than that glancing blow nothing substantial. Of course, Basil also went through a similar ordeal, being exorcised in some manner or another only for him to instil fear into the lot. But other than that, he didn't care to talk about them much in the same way he never told Lord Xylo about the pretty boy infestation. The latter of which was the last he wanted to tell the Lord about.
So it went, he paced back and forth, not unaware so much as purposefully ignorant of the glittering lights that formed in the carapace of the trees. They thought themselves suss, hidden amongst the foliage of the leaves, if only they were on Earth, they may very well have blended in a tad better. But instead, he watched as sore thumbs stood out from trees as he made his way towards the forest, his every step slowly enveloping with a wisp of Demonic Trail as he pressed a hand against his back, the sound of bone running through flesh audible to most as a guttural squeal eeked its way into existence, frustrating and deterring their sensitive ears though they dared not make a peep, lest their 'cover' be blown.
Then, finally after his wading through the roots he made his way to the tree line, a clever the size of the red brute swung across his back as he ran a finger along the mottled bark, lines marred deep into the branches from jagged imperfect cuts to bruised wood he drew himself along, the rustling of the Guardian's movements hidden by the swaying wind that forced their steps into silence. A few more steps taken before he came to his choice of wood, looking up and down the tree with longing stares of an empty life before his skeletal features twisted as if a Puppeteer mocked the art. With a raised arm, cocked back the sound of a whizzing whirl and a cascade of light formed around him as the all but familiar voice rolled out from the trees as a thousand tiny shimmering poxes formed in the dirt. "This time! This time in the name of Porunga I shall banish you to the Demon Realm! Never to return you foul demon!" The words fell on a single pair deaf ear as a choir of cheers and chants enforced their beliefs of victory.
The choir continued their babbling echo of redundancy as Dantalion merely ignored the blast, merely bored at the once impressive light shows he raised his cocked arm high and swung it against eh bottom most part of the tree while surrounded by the shimmering light. Poorly crafted Porunga conduits flared with a coruscating haze of mysticism as the once mere poxes that cracked the dirt joined in the spiralling show, lustrous blasts a spectacle that even fireworks were put to shame came to a single final conclusion as a manifestation of Porunga became visible in the sky. "This time it's different! This time I will ban... ish..." He uttered as the manifestation of Porunga was slowly being torn down, the glimmering green morphing purple as he quickly swelled himself with demonic energy to crush their dreams and goals. But that was all the reaction Dantalion gave.
Instead, he finished a single last cut, the shade of light unphasing him as he looked at his fine cut, the tree coming down with a soft eek as the 'Guardians' took a few steps back, Moloses, their so called leader fell into his retreat as was custom when his plans failed and Dantalion once again, was left the victor.
Current PL - 113,827/Demonic Will Activated New PL - 341,481
Lord Xylo
Above the roots a single form swung around a hefty death-bringer, the forests bane for oh so long since he had arrived. He tried his best to toot a jolly tune but all come out was hollow whispers that brought wilting to the grass around him, or at least, that is what the few rumours uttered about him. He slowly with a pattern of steps moved towards through plain-scapes as he looked upon the forest with glee, all around him littered the corpses of his own fallen foes, stumps, half cut roots and his troops of weeds and encroaching vermin that took up shelter in the recently levelled forest turned plains.
Slowly his movement grew closer, his eyes apathetic to their plight. This was his sort of war, one where the foes stood still and didn't fight back. Let Ais, Basil and Gogmagog have their fun fighting with Saiyans and get left in an inevitable hole in the ground more made up of blood than flesh. This was his fight, with the Trees, since he really had nothing better to do and wasn't going to go fight another Saiyan. Again. Ever.
From the verdant green swaying of trees, emerald lights flickered and popped, the sound of what deemed themselves 'Guardians' which was far from an apt title. The splinter group had long ago developed with the sole intention of ridding the Mazoku, their success so far had ranged from Subjective Failure to Objective Failure, and it so far hadn't gotten any better to the point he never even mentioned it to most of the Mazoku, so far, Durian, Levlidian and Takeshii had seen them once before, but other than that glancing blow nothing substantial. Of course, Basil also went through a similar ordeal, being exorcised in some manner or another only for him to instil fear into the lot. But other than that, he didn't care to talk about them much in the same way he never told Lord Xylo about the pretty boy infestation. The latter of which was the last he wanted to tell the Lord about.
So it went, he paced back and forth, not unaware so much as purposefully ignorant of the glittering lights that formed in the carapace of the trees. They thought themselves suss, hidden amongst the foliage of the leaves, if only they were on Earth, they may very well have blended in a tad better. But instead, he watched as sore thumbs stood out from trees as he made his way towards the forest, his every step slowly enveloping with a wisp of Demonic Trail as he pressed a hand against his back, the sound of bone running through flesh audible to most as a guttural squeal eeked its way into existence, frustrating and deterring their sensitive ears though they dared not make a peep, lest their 'cover' be blown.
Then, finally after his wading through the roots he made his way to the tree line, a clever the size of the red brute swung across his back as he ran a finger along the mottled bark, lines marred deep into the branches from jagged imperfect cuts to bruised wood he drew himself along, the rustling of the Guardian's movements hidden by the swaying wind that forced their steps into silence. A few more steps taken before he came to his choice of wood, looking up and down the tree with longing stares of an empty life before his skeletal features twisted as if a Puppeteer mocked the art. With a raised arm, cocked back the sound of a whizzing whirl and a cascade of light formed around him as the all but familiar voice rolled out from the trees as a thousand tiny shimmering poxes formed in the dirt. "This time! This time in the name of Porunga I shall banish you to the Demon Realm! Never to return you foul demon!" The words fell on a single pair deaf ear as a choir of cheers and chants enforced their beliefs of victory.
The choir continued their babbling echo of redundancy as Dantalion merely ignored the blast, merely bored at the once impressive light shows he raised his cocked arm high and swung it against eh bottom most part of the tree while surrounded by the shimmering light. Poorly crafted Porunga conduits flared with a coruscating haze of mysticism as the once mere poxes that cracked the dirt joined in the spiralling show, lustrous blasts a spectacle that even fireworks were put to shame came to a single final conclusion as a manifestation of Porunga became visible in the sky. "This time it's different! This time I will ban... ish..." He uttered as the manifestation of Porunga was slowly being torn down, the glimmering green morphing purple as he quickly swelled himself with demonic energy to crush their dreams and goals. But that was all the reaction Dantalion gave.
Instead, he finished a single last cut, the shade of light unphasing him as he looked at his fine cut, the tree coming down with a soft eek as the 'Guardians' took a few steps back, Moloses, their so called leader fell into his retreat as was custom when his plans failed and Dantalion once again, was left the victor.
Current PL - 113,827/Demonic Will Activated New PL - 341,481
Lord Xylo