Nov 30, 2023 2:38:17 GMT -5
Post by Liek on Nov 30, 2023 2:38:17 GMT -5
He’d heard stories about it, both as a child, and more recently from various sources. As a child his grandmother had told him about the terrible creature, more from legend and rumour, with what little his father had passed on, when he had asked about his tail one day. In more recent times he’d overheard people talking as he walked by, news reports about the dangers of Saiyans and so forth.
His grandmother had told him that in addition to his tail being a potential weak point that it was also a source of power, that under the right conditions it would allow him to assume a massive and mighty form capable of wielding tremendous power, but was almost entirely wild and destructive. She told him of ages past, when the Saiyans sought to conquer the Fury, seeing their noble warrior heritage and seeming low battle power as a prime way to prove their superiority. That the third and final attempt involved sending over a thousand of the races most elite warrior during the Fury home world, Gara-teous’ week long full moon period.
That elite force was defeated to the last man, but not before they did significant damage to the southernmost continent.
From more recent sources he had heard the tragic story of Orange City, where a group of Saiyans had unleashed the monstrous power and laid waste to the city. Innocent lives had been blasted away without hesitation or remorse, families shattered and lives ruined in an instant of insanity. Liek could hardly stomach the level of depravity that must have motivated the Saiyans responsible for such a heinous act. Such pointless slaughter would no doubt stain their souls in such away that they would be denied Volda’s dark embrace. Doomed to wander the void as a constant reminder of their dishonour.
He’d heard people whisper about him in suspicion at the sight of his tail, harsh and hateful. Like all Saiyans he was viewed as a potential threat, though at first he hadn’t known or understood why. Now he was becoming more aware of it all. The South City Incident certainly hadn’t help ease nerves about Saiyans, after all, and now an innocent boy like Liek was paying the price.
It seemed everywhere he wandered people would take one look at his tail and look at him with scorn if not outright hate. Very few, like the small number of friends he’d made, would look at him with anything else. At least, that was how the boy felt.
For some time now he’d been considering what to do about it. On one hand, he could simply cut off his tail. If he did that he could pass for a normal human to most people, his two bloodlines evening out into a nicely normal human looking appearance. But on the other hand his tail was a part of him, he was comfortable in his own skin and loosing his tail would be like having a hand amputated. It was just… wrong. Objectively, if Liek’s goal had been to blend into human society and live a mundane, civilian, lifestyle cutting off his tail might actually have been a thing he would do without hesitation.
But he was following the warrior’s path. It was the only outward link the boy had to his Saiyan heritage, the only proof he held to that bloodline. No, cutting it off was out of the question. To do so would be to reject his forebears, which would stain his honour as the Inheritor of the Fury.
No, he would seek another parth. One his grandmother had informed him was possible; he would tame the savage beast within and make it’s power is own!
It was with this resolve that had drawn Liek to an isolated island far to the south of the Earth. This island, far from any signs of civilisation, far even from signs of wildlife, was the perfect setting for the boy to train. The island was so small the beast within would have no where to go, so distant from bystanders that none would come to harm, so uninhabited that even the ecosystem would escape without a scar.
The boy sat with his legs crossed, waiting. His hands where cupped together and his eyes closed as the wind swept his hair and the ocean waves crashed on the island shore, spraying him with brackish droplets. Within his mind the teen’s thoughts where focused on the singular task he’d presented to himself, envisioning the struggle he would no doubt endure, picturing the task of grasping the reigns of his own body and wresting control back from the savage beast. He knew it would not be easy, and his imagined struggle was the best he could do to reflect that. But the difficulty was limited by his own inexperience. All he had to work with where stories. He’d never seen another Saiyan become the beast, nor transformed himself.
This would be his first time… and hopefully his preparations would be sufficient. It wasn’t the first time he’d prepared or done meditative training for this purpose. His Grandmother had couched him through it many times, but like him, her preparations where entirely speculative.
Hopefully it would be enough.
He opened his eyes and turned them skyward.
Towards the full moon.
He felt it. Like a throbbing pulse ripping through his body from his very core. Clawing and ripping at his mind demanding to be let out. To kill. To destroy. To feast. Nothing would stand in it’s way as it sated it’s lust for blood. As Liek’s body changed, growing significantly in size, fur growing to cover almost all of his body he struggled against the savage murderous intent that welled up within.
As his face elongated into a snout and large horns burst from his head he roared, both physically and in his mind as he forged mental chains to bind the insidious will seeking to lay claim to his body. The chains strained and groaned at the force of the vile will as Liek’s mind slammed back against it with all the mental fortitude he could muster even as the beast inside redoubled it’s efforts to take over
The great Demonic Ape stood tall upon the tiny island, thrusting it’s fists high into the air and let out a bellowing roar that almost made the island crumble under the vibrations of the beast’s mighty lungs. After another roar of triumph the beast began to float into the air before pumping both fists, “OH HECK YEAH!” He thrust a fist to the heavens and grinned, “HOPE YOU’RE WATCHING GRANDMA!!”
WC: 1,106
PL: 41,637 -> 10,409.25 (suppressed by SWC)
Zeni: 28,459
Bonuses: 2x Event, Super Weighted Clothes, +7.5% Zeni (looters)
Notes: Learning Oozaru Master Technique -1TP
His grandmother had told him that in addition to his tail being a potential weak point that it was also a source of power, that under the right conditions it would allow him to assume a massive and mighty form capable of wielding tremendous power, but was almost entirely wild and destructive. She told him of ages past, when the Saiyans sought to conquer the Fury, seeing their noble warrior heritage and seeming low battle power as a prime way to prove their superiority. That the third and final attempt involved sending over a thousand of the races most elite warrior during the Fury home world, Gara-teous’ week long full moon period.
That elite force was defeated to the last man, but not before they did significant damage to the southernmost continent.
From more recent sources he had heard the tragic story of Orange City, where a group of Saiyans had unleashed the monstrous power and laid waste to the city. Innocent lives had been blasted away without hesitation or remorse, families shattered and lives ruined in an instant of insanity. Liek could hardly stomach the level of depravity that must have motivated the Saiyans responsible for such a heinous act. Such pointless slaughter would no doubt stain their souls in such away that they would be denied Volda’s dark embrace. Doomed to wander the void as a constant reminder of their dishonour.
He’d heard people whisper about him in suspicion at the sight of his tail, harsh and hateful. Like all Saiyans he was viewed as a potential threat, though at first he hadn’t known or understood why. Now he was becoming more aware of it all. The South City Incident certainly hadn’t help ease nerves about Saiyans, after all, and now an innocent boy like Liek was paying the price.
It seemed everywhere he wandered people would take one look at his tail and look at him with scorn if not outright hate. Very few, like the small number of friends he’d made, would look at him with anything else. At least, that was how the boy felt.
For some time now he’d been considering what to do about it. On one hand, he could simply cut off his tail. If he did that he could pass for a normal human to most people, his two bloodlines evening out into a nicely normal human looking appearance. But on the other hand his tail was a part of him, he was comfortable in his own skin and loosing his tail would be like having a hand amputated. It was just… wrong. Objectively, if Liek’s goal had been to blend into human society and live a mundane, civilian, lifestyle cutting off his tail might actually have been a thing he would do without hesitation.
But he was following the warrior’s path. It was the only outward link the boy had to his Saiyan heritage, the only proof he held to that bloodline. No, cutting it off was out of the question. To do so would be to reject his forebears, which would stain his honour as the Inheritor of the Fury.
No, he would seek another parth. One his grandmother had informed him was possible; he would tame the savage beast within and make it’s power is own!
It was with this resolve that had drawn Liek to an isolated island far to the south of the Earth. This island, far from any signs of civilisation, far even from signs of wildlife, was the perfect setting for the boy to train. The island was so small the beast within would have no where to go, so distant from bystanders that none would come to harm, so uninhabited that even the ecosystem would escape without a scar.
The boy sat with his legs crossed, waiting. His hands where cupped together and his eyes closed as the wind swept his hair and the ocean waves crashed on the island shore, spraying him with brackish droplets. Within his mind the teen’s thoughts where focused on the singular task he’d presented to himself, envisioning the struggle he would no doubt endure, picturing the task of grasping the reigns of his own body and wresting control back from the savage beast. He knew it would not be easy, and his imagined struggle was the best he could do to reflect that. But the difficulty was limited by his own inexperience. All he had to work with where stories. He’d never seen another Saiyan become the beast, nor transformed himself.
This would be his first time… and hopefully his preparations would be sufficient. It wasn’t the first time he’d prepared or done meditative training for this purpose. His Grandmother had couched him through it many times, but like him, her preparations where entirely speculative.
Hopefully it would be enough.
He opened his eyes and turned them skyward.
Towards the full moon.
He felt it. Like a throbbing pulse ripping through his body from his very core. Clawing and ripping at his mind demanding to be let out. To kill. To destroy. To feast. Nothing would stand in it’s way as it sated it’s lust for blood. As Liek’s body changed, growing significantly in size, fur growing to cover almost all of his body he struggled against the savage murderous intent that welled up within.
As his face elongated into a snout and large horns burst from his head he roared, both physically and in his mind as he forged mental chains to bind the insidious will seeking to lay claim to his body. The chains strained and groaned at the force of the vile will as Liek’s mind slammed back against it with all the mental fortitude he could muster even as the beast inside redoubled it’s efforts to take over
The great Demonic Ape stood tall upon the tiny island, thrusting it’s fists high into the air and let out a bellowing roar that almost made the island crumble under the vibrations of the beast’s mighty lungs. After another roar of triumph the beast began to float into the air before pumping both fists, “OH HECK YEAH!” He thrust a fist to the heavens and grinned, “HOPE YOU’RE WATCHING GRANDMA!!”
WC: 1,106
PL: 41,637 -> 10,409.25 (suppressed by SWC)
Zeni: 28,459
Bonuses: 2x Event, Super Weighted Clothes, +7.5% Zeni (looters)
Notes: Learning Oozaru Master Technique -1TP
