Post by Zucceta on Jan 26, 2014 19:41:00 GMT
Shimmering rays of light descend through the thin gaps in the leaves' alive with insects and creatures of infinitesimal smallness and of import to the planet Earth. To many this ancient forest was a sacred hunting ground, to others a consecrated place to bury the noble, the heroic, the young. To Callahan, it was a means to an end, a stepping stone on his obsessive page to finding out he truth of his import to the Saiyan people, and to the galaxy in general.
A proud male deer stands gallantly amid the foliage, upright and proud as a king of his lands, which was in truth his place in this part of the forest. However, his young were all grown up, and his time was soon up as dominant male. It would be almost kinder to end his life now, Akio reasoned, so that he would be remembered as the great beast he was, and not a victim of age and nature, if deer such as these had any memory or tradition at all.
The deer spots a tantalising bush if flora, and begins his gracefully trot towards the destination, as an unblinking pair of sapphire hues stare from a branch above the spot. Black orbs raise into the air, stare at the spot and sniff... Deciding it was nothing, the great regent continues his path.
And the hunter drops.
Silently and swiftly, one palm is viciously slammed out into the deer's neck. The vertebrae of the neck is shattered, the shock from the palm instantly shutting down the animals brain. The king was dead.
Akio stares silently at his catch. Even in death, he was beautiful. As he hefts the beast over a shoulder, he hears a clap from the treetops.
"A swift kill, no cruelty, mostly clean. An impressive catch."
Akio smiles. "Do you know Wolfbane?"
A proud male deer stands gallantly amid the foliage, upright and proud as a king of his lands, which was in truth his place in this part of the forest. However, his young were all grown up, and his time was soon up as dominant male. It would be almost kinder to end his life now, Akio reasoned, so that he would be remembered as the great beast he was, and not a victim of age and nature, if deer such as these had any memory or tradition at all.
The deer spots a tantalising bush if flora, and begins his gracefully trot towards the destination, as an unblinking pair of sapphire hues stare from a branch above the spot. Black orbs raise into the air, stare at the spot and sniff... Deciding it was nothing, the great regent continues his path.
And the hunter drops.
Silently and swiftly, one palm is viciously slammed out into the deer's neck. The vertebrae of the neck is shattered, the shock from the palm instantly shutting down the animals brain. The king was dead.
Akio stares silently at his catch. Even in death, he was beautiful. As he hefts the beast over a shoulder, he hears a clap from the treetops.
"A swift kill, no cruelty, mostly clean. An impressive catch."
Akio smiles. "Do you know Wolfbane?"