Post by Carva on Jul 14, 2016 7:19:30 GMT
Thread PL: 47,899
They say that the first thing to go when you die is your hearing. As Carva's vision began to blur, and people commented on his death, he'd not hear them clearly. No. Their voices would fade out as darkness finally overcame the proud Saiyan warrior. The hit was so sudden, he didn't even have time to feel his face crushed into the stone floors of the palace on Konats.
But one thing he WOULD remember...every detail...it would be his murderer's face. His white mustache, that wrinkled skin. Those haunting, shining, yet almost beautiful eyes. The color was unique. That man, the one he couldn't even sense, he was the object of much hatred for Carva. But even in death, Walker...the vision of Walker killing Arias and by extension his unborn child....it made his Rage eternal.
It wasn't long before the hybrid found his consciousness amongst what appeared to be...clouds? It took him an even shorter time to realize that he himself had no physical form either. His form consisted of a dark, orange cloud, arching with lightning. The anger in said cloud would be apparent to any of the souls near him, but sadly there was no way he could act on it.
Shit. This must be the "afterlife" that I have heard so much about. Hell, if I had a set of vocal cords, I'd tell these other freakin' ass cracks to move. Obviously I'm in line to be judged. Cloud Carva was highly unfamiliar with the way things worked on this plane, this being only his second defeat.
It felt like an eternity for the impatience hybrid, but he soon came upon the huge palace. A palace, the check in station of the judge himself, King Yemma. He'd come before the giant red ogre, and await judgement...not understanding he could speak...
King Yemma
They say that the first thing to go when you die is your hearing. As Carva's vision began to blur, and people commented on his death, he'd not hear them clearly. No. Their voices would fade out as darkness finally overcame the proud Saiyan warrior. The hit was so sudden, he didn't even have time to feel his face crushed into the stone floors of the palace on Konats.
But one thing he WOULD remember...every detail...it would be his murderer's face. His white mustache, that wrinkled skin. Those haunting, shining, yet almost beautiful eyes. The color was unique. That man, the one he couldn't even sense, he was the object of much hatred for Carva. But even in death, Walker...the vision of Walker killing Arias and by extension his unborn child....it made his Rage eternal.
It wasn't long before the hybrid found his consciousness amongst what appeared to be...clouds? It took him an even shorter time to realize that he himself had no physical form either. His form consisted of a dark, orange cloud, arching with lightning. The anger in said cloud would be apparent to any of the souls near him, but sadly there was no way he could act on it.
Shit. This must be the "afterlife" that I have heard so much about. Hell, if I had a set of vocal cords, I'd tell these other freakin' ass cracks to move. Obviously I'm in line to be judged. Cloud Carva was highly unfamiliar with the way things worked on this plane, this being only his second defeat.
It felt like an eternity for the impatience hybrid, but he soon came upon the huge palace. A palace, the check in station of the judge himself, King Yemma. He'd come before the giant red ogre, and await judgement...not understanding he could speak...
King Yemma
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