Post by Orion on Dec 8, 2014 0:24:22 GMT
[After "WHAT A BORE"]
[Before "Passion Begins Small"]
Damn. Damn his lack of power. Damn his eye. Damn that insect who injured his luxurious face and hand. Damn it, damn it, DAMN IT. He was weakened. Sitting in his pod and his tail wrapped around his waist in slight defeat. It sincerely bothered the Saiyan that he could be defeated by some disgusting monster of an alien and be mocked by a idiotic human woman. The Saiyan continued, huffing heavily as he lean back on the satin cushion of his spacepod.
His eye shut, blood trailing down his cheek and dropping onto his armor pec. His right ear burnt and a slight white noise bumping inside of it. Orion grunted and growled as the door of his pod opened up. The Saiyan stepping into the cold, white blanket that lay across the fields around him. He knelt down and grasped a clump of the ice, pressing it against his mutilated face. A normal trick, in which cauterizing a wound would help it heal quicker. Holding the ice to his face, he moved back to his ship and wrapped the pure white gauze around his face.
His armor pushed off of his figure and leaving him bare and only his boxers. The cold ice causing a slight shiver. Taking another clump, he heated it up with his aura and dropped it onto his head, the water pushing his hair down and using a slight bit of ki to rid himself of his beard. Giving a totally new look, somewhat. His hair slicked back, he dug in his pod for extra clothes; pulling the tight armor over his body and the fit being snug as it should have. Though, he wasted little time. Immediately wrapping a bit of gauze over his palm before slipping it into the armor. He began constructing a letter, sending it out to a specific address he found through the coordinate plane inside of his ship. The letter was thrown as he rose and dashed out for West City again, then for the Deserts.
[Before "Passion Begins Small"]
Damn. Damn his lack of power. Damn his eye. Damn that insect who injured his luxurious face and hand. Damn it, damn it, DAMN IT. He was weakened. Sitting in his pod and his tail wrapped around his waist in slight defeat. It sincerely bothered the Saiyan that he could be defeated by some disgusting monster of an alien and be mocked by a idiotic human woman. The Saiyan continued, huffing heavily as he lean back on the satin cushion of his spacepod.
His eye shut, blood trailing down his cheek and dropping onto his armor pec. His right ear burnt and a slight white noise bumping inside of it. Orion grunted and growled as the door of his pod opened up. The Saiyan stepping into the cold, white blanket that lay across the fields around him. He knelt down and grasped a clump of the ice, pressing it against his mutilated face. A normal trick, in which cauterizing a wound would help it heal quicker. Holding the ice to his face, he moved back to his ship and wrapped the pure white gauze around his face.
His armor pushed off of his figure and leaving him bare and only his boxers. The cold ice causing a slight shiver. Taking another clump, he heated it up with his aura and dropped it onto his head, the water pushing his hair down and using a slight bit of ki to rid himself of his beard. Giving a totally new look, somewhat. His hair slicked back, he dug in his pod for extra clothes; pulling the tight armor over his body and the fit being snug as it should have. Though, he wasted little time. Immediately wrapping a bit of gauze over his palm before slipping it into the armor. He began constructing a letter, sending it out to a specific address he found through the coordinate plane inside of his ship. The letter was thrown as he rose and dashed out for West City again, then for the Deserts.