Post by Durian on Nov 10, 2016 7:06:11 GMT
I KNOW WHAT RUNS THROUGH YOUR BLOOD
Salak
A small voice. But where did it come from? All was black. It was similar to that coldness from years before. The feeling of being alone and abandoned. The first time she had absolutely felt like nothing.
Salak
It came again. It had to have been a dream. This quiet voice wasn’t pestering. Wasn’t annoying in a normal sense. It held a relaxing calm from days of old. From days of her youth. Durian remembered this voice, if only vaguely. It was here once again. But why the cold? There was so much of it. Her body could have been covered in ice and left for days and she would feel no difference than the numbing chill of this moment. Durian didn’t know the reason for the cold. Why was it here? Why was it so overwhelming to her senses?
Salak
This was not the quiet voice. This was much more masculine. Rage filled. Full of hatred. Durian’s eyes would snap open, the dull red near black color of her irises peering towards where this voice that had intruded her slumber. She was out in the middle of a field. Why a field? This wasn’t where she normally slept. It was too open and in the way of danger. There was no roof over her head and no walls to hide her form from those who might be looking for her. Why did the sky above look like that of Vegeta? The stars were different from earth and even the colors had a different hue to them. Why.... was she here?
”That’s right, you’re home, Salak.”
That same masculine voice. The one of her master’s brother. She could feel her throat tightening at the mere memory of him. Pain washed over her body as the Kagami’s eyes settled upon the Saiyan’s form. Large. Dark hair. Tail swaying aggressively behind him. The man was a sight to behold with strength and power she could sense pouring off of him. Durian was frozen. Laying upon the ground with her body barely lifted by her arms. Her forearms and elbows rested upon the ground of her home planet. Her lower back and legs felt like they were weighted to the ground. Durian couldn’t do anything. Couldn’t move. Couldn’t blink. Hell, she didn’t feel like she could breathe.
The Saiyan came closer. His steps strong and sturdy like they were meant to shake the ground itself. He had a bit of armor on, though it was polished and nowhere near wartorn. It didn’t distract from the fact that he certainly was a fighter. He had received many scars over the years that Durian had not seen him. Jagged marks over any exposed skin on his body; arms, face, and even a jagged line to his neck. Closer and closer he would come and each step was more chilling than the next. He’d tower once he reached her, the tall man oozing hatred and power as he looked down upon her. A large hand reached out, grasping Durian’s face. Not even just her neck, but his large hands and fingers would grasp beneath her chin, palm over her mouth, and one finger harshly pressing upwards against her nose. It was a tight grip, and as it was, he likely could have shattered her bones if he so desired.
The pain in her face was nothing compared to that day years ago. But it helped the memory live on. Durian was alone. No goddess and no help. She could feel the darkness coming back and the cold seeping in. His hand upon her face, crushing into her skin and bone. He was speaking but she couldn’t hear what he was saying. Her ears were ringing with silence. Like the planet was dying around her.
That’s where it would stop. Some part of her would remind Durian that she was no longer that slave girl. She was no longer the long haired, dressed up female that she was raised as. No more. She had taken this man’s brother and if she could take more Saiyans down with her before she was cast out, she would. Ki concentrating around her right arm, Durian would feel the heat and power of the concentrated energy. Like a flame overtaking the appendage, she’d strike forward. Thankfully, she had a rather long figure and arms, her fist would reach the Saiyan’s torso. Again and again the woman would swing for him. Fire almost coursing through her veins. She was powerful. She wasn’t a slave. She would be freed from his hold and live on to free the Kagami from those like him.
But with each punch, her power would weaken and her body would slow. The man was cackling. Durian couldn’t hear it through her mind blocking out the world around her, but he was. A cruel laugh at the pathetic attempts of the woman. His power greatly outweighed hers. She stood no chance even with her fiery fists challenging him. She was merely a candle that needed snuffed out for good for disgracing his family. The grip upon the woman’s face would tighten. The pain increased as she felt his fingers sinking holes into her flesh and jaw, pressing up against her nose with a sharp pain following. That’s when her ki sense would go into overdrive. So much power.... She wouldn’t see it coming until the last moment. A large light, it was near white. It circled around his hand like sparking electricity. It was huge and it was powerful. And then it enveloped her. Total white followed by total darkness.
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SALAK
Gasping for breath, Durian would be awakened from her slumber by that small and patient voice. It was sterner this time, hard to describe as forceful but it certainly jerked her mind awake. Awake. It had all been a dream. The pale Kagami had shot up straight from her sleep and was covered in a layer of freezing sweat. Was she on Earth? She had to be. Her body ached all over, muscles begging her not to move just yet. But she would. She had to. Even though the tall woman was still shaking in small increments she had a need to get out. Out of her tent. Durian needed to be beneath the sky.
The moment she exited the small and simple tent covering she would be greeted with chilled air. The night was mostly dark, though the skies above held stars and light. It was the skies of Earth. The Kagami could feel her body relax and her shoulders drop. She wasn’t on Vegeta. Both hands raising, she’d run her long fingers through the hair of her people upon her head. Slightly dampened by her own sweat, she’d pull her choppy bangs back a small ways and then just set her hands upon her head. Her chest was near heaving. Deep breaths in and out as she tried to calm herself over her... dream? The voice of her goddess was gone again. Repressed and silent. But why had that dream occurred? Were the Saiyans near or was she just looking too much into nothing?
The heaving breaths would slow and eventually the woman would let out a sigh. Dropping her gaze from the sky above, she’d look over the small encampment. Simple tends with only a few small buildings. A mine in the deserts. This is where her travels on Earth had brought her thus far. She had become stronger and she had also found out how to make her own choices. Durian was no longer a slave. She was her own person. A Kagami. Dreams of destructive Saiyans would not hold her down. She had so much left to fight for. One day, the Saiyan Vegeta would crumble and the planet would belong to the Kagami again. As her eyes rose to the skies once again, she felt her heart quicken with excitement. One day she would go home as Durian. Not as Salak.
A small voice. But where did it come from? All was black. It was similar to that coldness from years before. The feeling of being alone and abandoned. The first time she had absolutely felt like nothing.
Salak
It came again. It had to have been a dream. This quiet voice wasn’t pestering. Wasn’t annoying in a normal sense. It held a relaxing calm from days of old. From days of her youth. Durian remembered this voice, if only vaguely. It was here once again. But why the cold? There was so much of it. Her body could have been covered in ice and left for days and she would feel no difference than the numbing chill of this moment. Durian didn’t know the reason for the cold. Why was it here? Why was it so overwhelming to her senses?
Salak
This was not the quiet voice. This was much more masculine. Rage filled. Full of hatred. Durian’s eyes would snap open, the dull red near black color of her irises peering towards where this voice that had intruded her slumber. She was out in the middle of a field. Why a field? This wasn’t where she normally slept. It was too open and in the way of danger. There was no roof over her head and no walls to hide her form from those who might be looking for her. Why did the sky above look like that of Vegeta? The stars were different from earth and even the colors had a different hue to them. Why.... was she here?
”That’s right, you’re home, Salak.”
That same masculine voice. The one of her master’s brother. She could feel her throat tightening at the mere memory of him. Pain washed over her body as the Kagami’s eyes settled upon the Saiyan’s form. Large. Dark hair. Tail swaying aggressively behind him. The man was a sight to behold with strength and power she could sense pouring off of him. Durian was frozen. Laying upon the ground with her body barely lifted by her arms. Her forearms and elbows rested upon the ground of her home planet. Her lower back and legs felt like they were weighted to the ground. Durian couldn’t do anything. Couldn’t move. Couldn’t blink. Hell, she didn’t feel like she could breathe.
The Saiyan came closer. His steps strong and sturdy like they were meant to shake the ground itself. He had a bit of armor on, though it was polished and nowhere near wartorn. It didn’t distract from the fact that he certainly was a fighter. He had received many scars over the years that Durian had not seen him. Jagged marks over any exposed skin on his body; arms, face, and even a jagged line to his neck. Closer and closer he would come and each step was more chilling than the next. He’d tower once he reached her, the tall man oozing hatred and power as he looked down upon her. A large hand reached out, grasping Durian’s face. Not even just her neck, but his large hands and fingers would grasp beneath her chin, palm over her mouth, and one finger harshly pressing upwards against her nose. It was a tight grip, and as it was, he likely could have shattered her bones if he so desired.
The pain in her face was nothing compared to that day years ago. But it helped the memory live on. Durian was alone. No goddess and no help. She could feel the darkness coming back and the cold seeping in. His hand upon her face, crushing into her skin and bone. He was speaking but she couldn’t hear what he was saying. Her ears were ringing with silence. Like the planet was dying around her.
That’s where it would stop. Some part of her would remind Durian that she was no longer that slave girl. She was no longer the long haired, dressed up female that she was raised as. No more. She had taken this man’s brother and if she could take more Saiyans down with her before she was cast out, she would. Ki concentrating around her right arm, Durian would feel the heat and power of the concentrated energy. Like a flame overtaking the appendage, she’d strike forward. Thankfully, she had a rather long figure and arms, her fist would reach the Saiyan’s torso. Again and again the woman would swing for him. Fire almost coursing through her veins. She was powerful. She wasn’t a slave. She would be freed from his hold and live on to free the Kagami from those like him.
But with each punch, her power would weaken and her body would slow. The man was cackling. Durian couldn’t hear it through her mind blocking out the world around her, but he was. A cruel laugh at the pathetic attempts of the woman. His power greatly outweighed hers. She stood no chance even with her fiery fists challenging him. She was merely a candle that needed snuffed out for good for disgracing his family. The grip upon the woman’s face would tighten. The pain increased as she felt his fingers sinking holes into her flesh and jaw, pressing up against her nose with a sharp pain following. That’s when her ki sense would go into overdrive. So much power.... She wouldn’t see it coming until the last moment. A large light, it was near white. It circled around his hand like sparking electricity. It was huge and it was powerful. And then it enveloped her. Total white followed by total darkness.
---
SALAK
Gasping for breath, Durian would be awakened from her slumber by that small and patient voice. It was sterner this time, hard to describe as forceful but it certainly jerked her mind awake. Awake. It had all been a dream. The pale Kagami had shot up straight from her sleep and was covered in a layer of freezing sweat. Was she on Earth? She had to be. Her body ached all over, muscles begging her not to move just yet. But she would. She had to. Even though the tall woman was still shaking in small increments she had a need to get out. Out of her tent. Durian needed to be beneath the sky.
The moment she exited the small and simple tent covering she would be greeted with chilled air. The night was mostly dark, though the skies above held stars and light. It was the skies of Earth. The Kagami could feel her body relax and her shoulders drop. She wasn’t on Vegeta. Both hands raising, she’d run her long fingers through the hair of her people upon her head. Slightly dampened by her own sweat, she’d pull her choppy bangs back a small ways and then just set her hands upon her head. Her chest was near heaving. Deep breaths in and out as she tried to calm herself over her... dream? The voice of her goddess was gone again. Repressed and silent. But why had that dream occurred? Were the Saiyans near or was she just looking too much into nothing?
The heaving breaths would slow and eventually the woman would let out a sigh. Dropping her gaze from the sky above, she’d look over the small encampment. Simple tends with only a few small buildings. A mine in the deserts. This is where her travels on Earth had brought her thus far. She had become stronger and she had also found out how to make her own choices. Durian was no longer a slave. She was her own person. A Kagami. Dreams of destructive Saiyans would not hold her down. She had so much left to fight for. One day, the Saiyan Vegeta would crumble and the planet would belong to the Kagami again. As her eyes rose to the skies once again, she felt her heart quicken with excitement. One day she would go home as Durian. Not as Salak.
MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS & GS