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| Taming The Beast; Personal Saga (complete) | |
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| Rooks | Nov 19 2010, 04:15 AM Post #1 |
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A figure passed over the landscape of the peaceful planet, Namek. It’s seas, forests, and mountains had all been a blur for Rooks over the last few days. He had been searching for the perfect spot. It had to be far enough away from any village that he would not be noticed. The last thing he wanted was to draw any outsider into this. The recent defeat at the hands of the Namekian warrior Syrinx showed how much he needed to train. He let himself become reckless, and crazed for battle with little concern for himself. It was just a spar. There was no need for bloodshed, yet he craved it so very badly. It was his natural Saiyan nature he was fighting more than anything. He needed his head clear in battle if he was to grasp at new, unfound power. He had to face that bloodlust, and overcome it. His journey had to start within. He found a well secluded area, at the base of a great mountain surrounded by forests. An open clearing near the vertical wall of the mountain would serve as a proper base of operation, not that there would be much conscious effort on his part to make it seem like home. This world was as alien to him as the day he arrived, save for the found knowledge of what is, and isn’t edible. He had kept contact with the natives restricted to times that were truly necessity. A cool breeze blew through the trees as the sun began to set. The light never dimmed however, as there were two more hanging in the sky. He had not seen a dark sky since he first came to this planet. His choice had been based on the fact that it was far from Vegeta, and had no moon, nothing to trigger his transformation. He could not bring himself to simply remove his tail whether due to conditioning from his time as a soldier, or simple fear of losing all ties to his past. It had also served as a reminder of what it was he was fighting within himself. That would have to change. He was still conflicted by his former ties, and his current quest for power. That is why he was not at full strength against the Namekian warrior. His intention was no longer focused. Now was the time to confront himself, and his desires. He knew the only way to bring his most primal urges under control was to bring them forth, and confront them. He looked to the sky, closing his eyes, and taking a deep breath. With a sudden burst of power he opened his eyes, and screamed. All muscles tensed as he released waves, and waves of ki in every direction. Trees bent away, and the nearby stream splashed over the banks of the opposite side. Ripples ran through the grass, as he clenched his fists tighter, and tighter. He was thinking back on his recent fight. Every blow that struck him, every burst of energy that collided with him, the satisfying stinging that rang in his fists when a blow connected, and the smell of dirt, and smoke, and blood, all burned fresh in his memory. Further back it went. Every man, woman, and child he had killed sprang forth into his mind. He relived burning cities, and conquered people. The thrill of battle sang from his veins, and he let himself fall into it. Rapture in his being at the thought of these things again, and frustrated rage that he had nothing to avail himself on immediately. He sprang forward to the solid mountain wall in front of him, and pounded his fists into it. Shards of rock flew past, bouncing off the solid wall of blue energy being emitted from his body as his glassed over eyes stared at an invisible opponent. Every strike dug deeper, and deeper into the mountain, and brought no satisfaction. A wall could offer no resistance. It simply yielded to his blow, and endured. Screaming again in frustration, the outcast warrior began firing blue spheres of energy at his newly dug hole. His rage would not subside until one of them fell. He was intent on making it the mountain. As the next few hours passed his rage had not subsided, but his body strength had dwindled. A large crater had been dug from the stone beast he tried so desperately to slay, but still it stood. The voice of reason was starting to surface in the back of his head again. “What a pointless endeavor. Such blind rage at nothing, and I could not contain it in the slightest.” It had been what he had wanted, to tap into that well of rage, and brutality his people were known for, but he had failed to subdue it. His body ached for sleep, and he had all but torn every surface used for striking on his body to pieces against the very planet itself. Out of pure repetitious habit, he staggered forward to strike a final blow against an enemy that was never fighting back to begin with, but had completely defeated him. Each step made his feet heavier, made every breath of air seem thicker, and made everything he had done in the last few hours, days, even years pointless. His body succumbed to fatigue, and collapsed into a heap on the ground mere feet from his target. He smiled at what a pathetic mess must lay on the floor billions of miles from his home. He heard a cracking sound from all around as his eyelids were forcing themselves closed. He didn’t even have the strength, or presence of mind to notice the ground give way, and his body fall into an unknown darkness beneath the mountain. W/C: 969 |
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| Rooks | Nov 19 2010, 04:17 AM Post #2 |
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“W..e .p” A voice was calling to him. It was hard to understand. “Wa.e ..” A little more clear this time. It was so familiar. “Wake up.” It was him, his own voice. He opened his eyes and sat up, and looked around. There was nothing. He waved his hand in front of his face. There was still nothing. Slowly reaching for his face, he felt his hand brush against his eyelids. They were clearly open, yet nothing could be seen in any direction. What had happened? The numb aching of his limbs served to remind him of the futile display of power before he had passed out. He was himself again. No longer was the creature of his id in control. The base desire to destroy had faded, and left him to pay the tax imposed by his body. He had wondered if the cave he created had collapsed in on him. Sharp pains shot through his spine as he tried to stand. It was obvious he would not be trying that again soon. He lay back again, and pondered what to do next. Lifting his right arm, and focusing heavily he managed to bring a small, reserve amount of ki forth, and form a small, but fairly bright globe into being at the tip of his finger. He appeared to be in a cavern of some sort. I was far larger than what his fists dug out of stone. Perhaps he had fallen. Perhaps he was found by some of the natives, and brought here for fear he would awake, and visit such terrible wrath upon a nearby village. “Well this is a fine mess,” he said out loud to assure himself he was still alive. He would need to rest. It could be some time before he is able to move again properly, and help was probably out of the question. He looked for anything he might find to eat, as unlikely as it was. Perhaps some mushrooms, or small animals were in the vicinity. The ball of ki began to flicker. It was best he conserved his energy, and he let it dissipate. Darkness clouded his vision again. He felt helpless for the first time in his life, completely, and totally helpless. “I must look pathetic right now,” he groaned out loud again. “That’s because you are pathetic.” His eyes widened greatly, though it did no good as he could not see any better, nor could the look of surprise he was registering be observed in this black abyss. “Letting yourself collapse like that. Are you really a Saiyan?” The voice was his own. “Perhaps the real reason you fled was because you were ashamed of how weak you truly are.” His mouth wasn’t moving, and it sounded like it was coming from somewhere further down the cave. “You should probably just resign yourself to death now. He could barely stand it anymore. The slew of insults being thrown at him in his own voice was filling him with rage. A large Orb of ki floated just above his hand as he surveyed the room. “Who is there? Show yourself coward?” He demanded his assailant show themselves. “Coward? HAHAHAH! Most aptly put, fool. You are just talking to yourself in here,” taunted his own voice from the shadows. His mind reeled. Had he hit his head on his journey to this cavern? Had madness set in already? How long had he even been down here? Maybe it was just exhaustion coupled with hunger. “Maybe it’s all just a bad dream, Rooks. Go back to sleep. You’ll feel better in the morning, and you can tell mommy how you were so scared. BWAHAHAHA!” It continued with little mercy for his situation. In a move of pure frustration, Rooks projected the sphere of ki he was using for light straight up, hoping to blast a hole in the ceiling that may let some light in and show him the way out. He was already sick of the cruel trick being played on him whether by an unseen tormentor, or his own mind. He was greeted with a bright flash that left spots in his eyes, followed by the sound of rubble falling around him. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you. Of course, I am you, so I may be off in my assumption. HAHAHAHA” I was too much to take. His head became light, and he could feel the darkness spinning around him. Consciousness fled as abruptly as it had come. He dreamed of a barren landscape. Clouds with ominous red lights bursting from behind them, and dark packed, and dry soil stretched out in every direction. In front of him stood a mirror with no base. I was roughly his height, and showed him smirking back in his former armor. The background was that of a city, razed, and burned. The sign of a job well done, by the conquering soldier. He looked down at himself. There were no gloves. No armor. His white vest flowed gently in a slight breeze that carried the smell of blood, and smoke. His reflection continued to smirk, and pointed up. The clouds above him parted revealing a glorious, full moon that covered a third of the sky. Twirling his tail in hand, his reflection’s smirk grew into a ferocious smile. His eyes became blank, and his teeth began to grow sharper. Small tufts of hair were starting to grow over his skin, and his size was rapidly increasing. Muscles burst forth, and bones creaked as the expanded. His eyes took an ominous glow, and his sharpened teeth clenched. The reflection grew larger, and as it reached the edges of the mirror, it broke. The monster in his reflection, the monster within himself now stood towering over him. No longer a reflection, it let out a blood curdling roar as it swiped it’s hand forward, wrapping it’s gargantuan fingers around him. It brought him face level. It screamed in pure rapture as it promptly bit off his head. W/C: 1009/1978 |
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| Rooks | Nov 19 2010, 06:37 AM Post #3 |
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Beads of sweat ran down a face in the dark, a sharp inhale broke the silence, and a feverish dream had ended. Rooks stared at a ceiling he couldn’t see, and wondered how long he had been out. He sat up again slowly. The ache in his bones had lessened. Feeling brave, he attempted to lift himself up. It was difficult, but he was able to bring himself up. His legs wobbled as he straightened himself to a fully upright position. Wincing slightly, he lifted his hand again to illuminate the cave. The sphere of blue energy came to him easier this time. A sure sign of recovery, it was also glowing brighter. It was time to survey his surroundings. The cavern was several stories high, and was attached to several tunnels coming out from various points of the wall and ceiling. There was no way to tell which, if any led back to the surface, but the low rumble from his stomach, and dry sticky sensation on his lips told him he had to try soon. Now wasn’t the time. Suddenly, an ominous, and familiar presence was felt behind him, and he turned quickly to meet it. Wincing at the act, he searched the cavern intently. Any sound or movement, would give his unknown assailant away, and he would have an answer prepared. He waited patiently, and slowed his breath. “Jumping at your shadow now?” His voice echoed from somewhere in the cavern. “No wonder that green bean beat you so mercilessly. You are scared of everything, even throwing a competent punch.” “What game is this? Who are you?” he questioned calmly. His mind was better equipped to handle this problem now that he had rested. “I thought we went over this yesterday. You have obviously gone crazy, and manifested the doubts you had had into a floating voice in the dark,” it replied. “Or maybe I am playing an elaborate trick on you so I can feed you to my children.” His formless antagonist had obviously found this all very amusing. Rationally thinking, there was little way it could know such detailed information if it wasn’t just his mind playing tricks on him. If that were the case, though, would there be any use in rational thinking. His head throbbed, and he swayed a bit. Trying to catch himself, the pain in his back spiked, and he was forced to the ground again. “Tell you what, put me in control again. I’ll tear a hole in this cavern, and get us back to safety,” it offered in a condescending tone. “Like how you got us down here?” He had decided to give it the benefit of the doubt. If it wasn’t the voice of his own madness, it would be revealed soon enough. “Oooh. Big talk from a deserter. We wouldn’t even be on this planet had you any honor. You got scared of what came most natural to you. You may as well as become scared of breathing.” “It wasn’t fear that drove my actions. It was a need to understand. The joy had fled. With no satisfaction in the dance, what use was I to the empire?” “Pathetic excuses. It is clear that you saw your own weakness, and ran. A warrior overcomes. You hid.” Those words stung. Hearing it in his own voice only crystalized it further. Perhaps he had hidden. Perhaps it was his own weakness that drove him from his home and into seclusion on a planet that looked likely to become his tomb. He shook his head. He had to put these thoughts form his head. “Why I left is not important. That can be addressed later. I need to find a way from this cave. The longer I wait, the more urgent the need for food and water becomes.” “Idiot.” The voice had ceased for the moment. Perhaps it was just his own brain, and the urgency of the situation had shut him up. Either way he was fed up with sitting still. He had no clue how long he had been down here, and the more energy he used to get out, the more immediate his concerns of food, and water would become. He looked, around, and took an arbitrary tunnel . Illuminating the path with his ki as he had been doing, he trudged along the twists and turns. He moved slow as his injury prevented him from doing much, but he welcomed the sound of his feet as the scuffled over the stones in the floor over the sound of his own voice mocking his cowardice. He paused for frequent breaks, and counted the seconds to keep his mind occupied, but it frequently wandered back to what the voice had said. Perhaps he was a coward. Eventually he came to another open cavern. Though not as large as the one he had woken up in, it was a good place to stop, and rest. His body had become tired, and his eyes were heavy. He had no sense of time in this place. He could have been walking all day, or just a few hours. There was no way to tell. He resigned himself to attempt to sleep. He took his vest off, and balled it up under his head, Sleep took him quickly. He returned to that desolate landscape. The mirror, again, stood in front of him, a visage of his former life staring out at him. “You are starting to understand that I am right.” His reflection spoke calmly. “Submit to me, and we can be great again.” “There is nothing left for us. We abandoned the empire. They don’t take kindly to soldiers who turn their back to them. Besides, the answers I seek aren’t there,” He replied just as calm. “No. The answer is in front of you. I hold all the satisfaction you once held. Embrace me, and we can go back to that.” His reflection slowly reached to the glass, and he found his hand reaching to meet it. He was shocked to see the two start merging together. Panic rose in him as his face came to his reflection and the vicious smile from before had returned. By then it was too late. He saw the clouds part, and the moon stare down at him. It had begun, but this time it was not a reflection he saw. It was his own hands growing. His own muscles were expanding. His teeth clench as he shot up through the air letting out a terrible howl, and rampaging through the landscape with malicious joy. W/C: 1,101/3,079 |
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| Rooks | Nov 19 2010, 07:30 AM Post #4 |
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Startled awake again, Rooks surveyed the situation. Nothing had changed. The same noiseless, lightless hole he had left behind. The only break in the silent monotony was the loud rumble that came from his stomach. Once again he had no idea how long he had been out, nor did he care. Even the act of checking on his aching body seemed taxing. His parched mouth craved liquid of any kind. It seemed hopeless. He was going to die down here. Forever remembered by nobody save those who branded him a coward, and a traitor. “This is why you are pathetic. You have lost your pride. A true Saiyan would fight scratch and claw until he was out. He would never admit defeat, least of all to death.” His familiar companion continued to taunt. It didn’t matter. It would be quiet soon enough. He closed his eyes, and waited. Scrtch scrtch scrth. The noise was faint, but close. It was the first thing he had heard in who knows how long that did not sound like him. Chikachicka. Scrtch scrtch. I was closer now. He opened his eyes. Lighting his ki as he had done so many times before, he searched for the origin of this sound. Whether it signaled his impending doom, or a chance at salvation didn’t matter, not yet at least. He scanned from the edge of the light inward. Nothing in front of him. He looked to the left, and did the same. Nothing. To the right now. There seemed to be a slight movement behind the rocks. He sat up quickly noticing that his back was now only a bit stiff, but not taking time to be thankful for the excellent constitution afforded to him by genetics as he searched for the movement again. Finally it emerged. A beetle roughly the size of a baseball crawled over a rock, and stopped to scrape at it for a second. Scrtch scrtch scrtch. This was it. His eyes widened, and his mouth watered. Reaching slowly for a rock, he took every caution to no alert his new prey to what he had in store for him. “Hahaha. See, no pride at all. You would resort to eating the first living thing you came across.” He was not shaken. His concentration was unbroken. He was beyond pride now. Is determination to survive was far greater than anything his disembodied voice could assault him with. His eyes narrowed, and he struck. There was a loud crack as the insects carapace was fractured. The rock was now spattered with it’s insides, and it ceased moving save for a twitching leg. A ravenous look crossed his face, and his will was rekindled. “Ehhh. That’s a pretty good look you have in your eyes, there. Those are eyes willing to do whatever it takes. We’ll make a passable Saiyan out of you yet.” He waited no longer, and devoured the large insect as quickly as it could. It may as well have been the most succulent steak in the universe as far as he was concerned. He scooped every gooey bit off the rock, and collapsed on the floor with satisfaction. His stomach rumbled in anticipation of the meal on it’s way down. Enthusiasm flowed from him as he stood up. Rolling his neck, he smiled slightly. He was going out get out of here yet. Continuing down the path ahead of him, he felt his pace quicken. It was so little to eat, but it was enough. The haze in his head was lifting slightly, and he turned his focus to his dreams. Perhaps it was time to address the issue he had set out for. “Suppose you are right. Suppose I fled from my weakness. What do I have to gain by going back?” He spoke first this time. “To Vegeta. Nothing. Not as you are now. If you bring an offering, perhaps the king will forgive your trespasses. You were just a soldier. A low class nobody. Suppose you conquer this planet? Suppose you returned with a whole new world for the empire to expand on.” “I won’t conquer this planet. I don’t wish for glory. I don’t wish for a return with open arms. I don’t care even for what I left behind.” “Is that so? Then Why is it you are so concerned with how they see you? Why do you think so much of the past if it holds no bearing on your future?” “I am looking for a clue to defeat you, to drive your taunts from my head. They were always there. Even before you had a voice you were there planting the seeds of doubt, reminding me of my own weakness, and offering me an escape.” “What is it you seek them?” “….Power” “That is what I am offering you! Can’t you even see that much?” “No I am starting to see. You are my weakness. You are why I am trapped down here. You are why I was beaten so badly by the Namekian I challenged. You say a warrior always finds a way to overcome. Then I shall find a way to overcome you.” “Fool. You can’t fight me. I am you. I am your very nature, and I will not be denied.” He was feeling exhausted again. He stopped to rest along the tunnel wall he had been following. The beetle had given him a renewed strength, but it was but a morsel. He was still weak from hunger, and dehydration, but he had not given up. He was going to survive. He finally had the clue he needed to overcome himself too. There was no way he could die now that it was all in his grasp. A faint sound could be heard under his breathing. It had been there for a while, but he didn’t register it when he was talking to himself. It was faint. Pressing his ear to the wall it became clear that it was the sound of moving water. His eyes widened again. Water meant his thirst could be quenched, and more important that he could likely find a way out from there. He stood again and carried forward quickly along the dark turns of the underground abyss. Climbing over rubble He came to a large clearing with what looked like multiple tunnels leading to it. Much more importantly, there was a river flowing through. It was coming from a large tunnel ahead, and disappeared somewhere into the wall. He ran forward, and drank deeply form it. Splashing his face, and laughing at his good fortune. He spread himself out on the rocky floor, and stretched his limbs. There was hope. He was almost free. He closed his eyes for a second, then for a few more. Sleep found him as quickly as it always did. W/C: 1,141/4,220 |
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| Rooks | Nov 19 2010, 08:54 AM Post #5 |
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The sights of the cave greeted him as he woke. The river flowed freely beside him, and the sound of running water was welcome compared of the blaring silence of the last few sessions of sleep he had. He splashed his face in the No. This wasn’t right. He had not sparked any ki, and yet he could see everything clearly. He searched for the source of light, but there was none he could discern. The light in the cave flickered. He knew this kind of flicker. Every hair stood on end as he slowly turned around to find the mirror there. His counterpart and less than silent antagonist was smiling at him, same burning cityscape behind him. It’s tailed twitced excitedly. The orange glow of the flames gave him an ominous look this time. Something was different. Something was wrong. His eyes fixed to the figure in the mirror he spoke first. “No empty landscape this time?” “Didn’t think I needed the illusion this time. I told you I would not be denied.” His reflection slowly stepped out from the mirror, as if it were a doorway the entire time. His fists clenched. “If you will not submit to me then I will force your will to become my own. I am the power deep within you, and I will not be ignored any longer. With that he burst forward grabbing Rooks by the throat, and charging directly into the cave wall. Rocks fell from above as his alter ego attempted to strangle him. He threw a number of punches to his attacker’s body, but from his position he lacked power, and the armor absorbed most of the damage. He charged the blue orb he had come to see as his beacon once more, and directed it directly into the reflections head. This caused his grip to loosen, and allowed Rooks to reverse the situation. Grabbing his assailant’s wrist, Rooks spun around using the momentum to slam him into the same wall. He followed this with a quick strike to his elbow to attempting to break his arm. His reflection pulled away at the last second, and countered with a quick knee to the chest. Not willing to give up his position of power, the assailant from beyond the mirror dashed forward again with an elbow raised. It collided directly with its target, and knocked the wind from him. Grabbing him by the hair, it was time to deliver a flurry of punches to the body before spinning around quickly and kicking him directly in the chest. Staggering back, Rooks looked at his would be replacement with disgust. “You are not power. You are an animal, a beast that lives on instinct, and finds pleasure in simple ambitions. I will have none of that“ He charged this time. A battle was fought through the narrow tunnels, every strike threatened to bring them down upon both contenders. For every blow Rooks struck against his opponent, and equal or greater blow was brought back upon him. His reflection was growing more ferocious. A blind elation was seen in this battle. Fists flew at blinding speed. Elbows caught them, and knees counter attacked. There was a subtle rhythm to the grappling in that small space. It was the reason Rooks had always called it the dance, the elegance of attack, and counter attack. His reflection howled in joy at the exchange. Finally he grabbed Rooks by the hair, slammed his head to the floor, and flew forward dragging him along. His only recourse was to push off the ground and attempt to slam both bodies into the ceiling, but it wasn’t there. He had been dragged outside. He welcomed the opportunity to fight unrestricted. That is until he looked up. It was the same landscape he had seen in his previous dreams, endless, and desolate save the entrance to the cave they had just emerged from. “You know what happens now, don’t you? I win,” his alter ego said pointing to the sky. The moon pushed through the clouds once more, pouring its sinister light down upon them. His reflected body began to laugh maniacally. The battle would be over as soon as they both transformed. There would be no telling the difference between them by the time they were finished becoming the great beasts. “It’s over fool. I have won.” For some reason the beetle came to his mind. He did whatever he needed to continue, to become stronger. It was only by throwing away his pride, and accepting the situation he was able to move forward. He lowered his head, and took a deep breath. “It’s not over yet,” He said with a smile at his bestial foe. Moving quick before the transformation could take his will he reached behind him, and tore his tail off. Pain surged throughout his body for a second, and the transformation stopped. “You are powerful. I cannot deny that, but you are simply the where my power once came from. I will do well to not forget this. You cannot provide anything more for me now,” he said dropping his tail on the ground. His opponent hadn’t truly heard as his transformation continued. His body grew to great size, and eventually stopped in the form of the great ape known to all Saiyans. It screamed in rage at Rooks, but to no avail. Rooks wasn’t even looking at him. He was looking at a golden glow in the distance. A blast from the ape’s mouth shot directly at him, but he wasn’t concerned. Leaping straight into the air the beam exploded underneath him. Using the force of the explosion to propel himself forward, he flew directly at the beast. Charging his ki to maximum, he blasted forward into its face. Staggering back, it screamed and fired bursts of energy from its mouth indiscriminately. With only blind rage guiding it, Rooks was able to slip flawlessly between each burst. The slip of movement as each beam just missed him created a familiar joy. He had found a worthy opponent, and the dance made sense again. He focused his speed to a single point and released. Appearing behind it, hand raised in the air he began to charge his final attack. A large blue sphere of energy formed. Turning around to face the tiny target giving it so much trouble to Great Ape saw the golden glow for the second time now. Forming in its view, however, was no golden glow, but a blue one. Rooks smiled, as he launched the final attack at his opponent. Enveloped in the blue energy, the form of the once great ape began to fade away. The glow was warm on his face, and soon that light was all he could see. His eyes were having trouble adjusting. When he came to, everything was so bright. There was wind blowing, and the sound of trees, and so much light. Rooks squinted trying to make sense of what was going on. It finally dawned on him. He was at the mouth of a cave leading down into darkness. Whatever had occurred while he was asleep battling himself had led him back to the surface. A small Namekian village could be seen not far off in the distance. He stood slowly, his entire body, a stiff mess. He was weak, but not defeated. He had survived this ordeal, and he had survived himself. He hadn’t noticed at first, but he was grasping something. He looked down to see his severed tail gripped tightly in his hand. He understood now what had happened. He had let go of his past. “I fled my own weakness when I left Vegeta. A true warrior always finds a way to overcome. You said that yourself. I will become stronger then. I will overcome that weakness in myself as I overcame you.” His tail was held out directly in front of him in defiance. It was important that he declare himself the winner. Throwing his tail into the cave he acknowledged that instinct was a part of him, and he would embrace it, but never lose himself to it again. He held a deep respect for the part of him that he was discarding, as it had provided him the stepping stone to set him on the path he craved. Charging the familiar orb of blue ki in his hand he stared into the mouth of the beast he had just escaped from. However long he had been trapped down there he was thankful for it. He would never trade the starvation, the cold black panic, or the feverish dreams. He would remember this ordeal as proof he was mighty. This would forever be the day he looked back upon as the beginning of his greatness. The lessons taught there were a thousand times more powerful than anything taught on the field of battle. He had been humbled first, so that he could then be elevated. “I have been many things. I have been a soldier. I have been a coward. I have been a deserter, a hermit, and beast. All of those pale in comparison to what I have become. I am Rooks, the seeker of power. I will not be denied.” A quick flash of ki was all it took to bring down the cave into itself. He had sealed his past there. He turned his back and limped towards the nearby village to find food. The future awaited, and he would need his energy. W/C: 1590 Total W/C: 5810 |
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