Post by Hazerru on Nov 18, 2016 0:41:07 GMT
[Base PL: 10,100] [Effect: None] [KP: 3/3]
[Tags: Lord Retsu ]
[Ooc: Hope this works e.e, wasn't sure what would catch Retsu's attention, so here goes nothin]
[Tags: Lord Retsu ]
[Ooc: Hope this works e.e, wasn't sure what would catch Retsu's attention, so here goes nothin]
Sand stretched as far as the eye could see, the occasional boulder being a welcome addition to give the illusion that not everything looked the exact same. The skies were blue on that day, the sun at it's highest point in the sky. The air felt thick and warm- too warm...A near heatwave, seemingly. Deserts sucked, in all honesty. They were like the polar opposite to the far north, where instead of yellow...Everything was white. And instead of heat- there was cold.
Then again, any extreme weather condition was a pain to deal with. Stories floated around of people dying to these conditions. A scary thought, definitely something that would spook the average human.
...Who was currently trecking this harsh, sandy landscape was no ordinary human, though.
Hazerru had left his little makeshift camp earlier that morning to get down to his daily business- Training. He was fairly stocked up on food supplies, being the experienced survivalist he knew all sorts of tricks to obtain resources from this harsh climate. He didn't know what he liked better- the freezing cold back north or this literal hot mess...? This Desert wasn't proving to give him any welcome memories, as he quite recently found himself in a massive rumble to near-death in this same region. The stronger he became, the more people began to take note of him...Dangerous people. This thought scared him, he knew he had to grow stronger to be able to protect himself...Yet raising his strength would only resort in more people taking note of him. It felt quite ironic, really...A vicious cycle, of sorts.
His power had grown massively in the past weeks for his standards, Hazerru feeling stronger than ever. Yet he still felt unsafe and anxious...Dangerous people lurked around every corner- that much was proven during his journey. Slacking would get him killed, just as it almost did near Mt. Frappe.
And so, Hazerru trained relentlessly to fight off his fear of death, to give himself an ounce of confidence in his abilities. A rocky wasteland was now turned into a crater-ridden mess due to his destructive training, smashing boulder after boulder to mere pieces, the explosive sound booming throughout the area.
Currently, he found himself sitting on a chunk of rock, a recent victim of him. Hazerru's body was glistening in sweat, shirt as well as his glasses left at his camp. [Pretty stupid how I need to be scared of others...I just blew this place to absolute dust...] Hazerru took huge gulps from his water canteen, letting out a sigh of relief [How convenient that there's hundreds of people walking around that could do the exact same, or worse!] Hazerru's sarcastic, cynical thoughts continued to ramble on their own inside of his mind. Obviously, the boy was upset and concerned that nearly everyone he met had the ability to destroy an entire city if they wanted. These concerns weren't that hard to understand- who would trust others with that kind of power? What if someone just decided that they wanted everyone to die? What then?
Then again, any extreme weather condition was a pain to deal with. Stories floated around of people dying to these conditions. A scary thought, definitely something that would spook the average human.
...Who was currently trecking this harsh, sandy landscape was no ordinary human, though.
Hazerru had left his little makeshift camp earlier that morning to get down to his daily business- Training. He was fairly stocked up on food supplies, being the experienced survivalist he knew all sorts of tricks to obtain resources from this harsh climate. He didn't know what he liked better- the freezing cold back north or this literal hot mess...? This Desert wasn't proving to give him any welcome memories, as he quite recently found himself in a massive rumble to near-death in this same region. The stronger he became, the more people began to take note of him...Dangerous people. This thought scared him, he knew he had to grow stronger to be able to protect himself...Yet raising his strength would only resort in more people taking note of him. It felt quite ironic, really...A vicious cycle, of sorts.
His power had grown massively in the past weeks for his standards, Hazerru feeling stronger than ever. Yet he still felt unsafe and anxious...Dangerous people lurked around every corner- that much was proven during his journey. Slacking would get him killed, just as it almost did near Mt. Frappe.
And so, Hazerru trained relentlessly to fight off his fear of death, to give himself an ounce of confidence in his abilities. A rocky wasteland was now turned into a crater-ridden mess due to his destructive training, smashing boulder after boulder to mere pieces, the explosive sound booming throughout the area.
Currently, he found himself sitting on a chunk of rock, a recent victim of him. Hazerru's body was glistening in sweat, shirt as well as his glasses left at his camp. [Pretty stupid how I need to be scared of others...I just blew this place to absolute dust...] Hazerru took huge gulps from his water canteen, letting out a sigh of relief [How convenient that there's hundreds of people walking around that could do the exact same, or worse!] Hazerru's sarcastic, cynical thoughts continued to ramble on their own inside of his mind. Obviously, the boy was upset and concerned that nearly everyone he met had the ability to destroy an entire city if they wanted. These concerns weren't that hard to understand- who would trust others with that kind of power? What if someone just decided that they wanted everyone to die? What then?
