Lord Zanicus
Insatiable Warlord
ZARYTTO
Darkness have never felt so welcoming before. It enveloped him like a mother would embrace her child. So close to the warmth of her bosom. Gentle soft digits caressing soothingly through the infant's hair. Lulling. Comforting. Blowing away all worries. Fending off all sorrows. Coaxing. Calming. Buoying him gently in the cradle of its eternal abyss.
Was he already dead? Was this where all dead Saiyan would go?
Slowly, Zarytto opened his eyes. Expecting to see the brightness of day. Or some sort of light. To his chagrin, darkness remained. Yet, he could see himself. Floating, amidst the sea of darkness. His hair waving gently like sun-sought seaweeds. He looked down. Studying his buck naked form. His eyes widened as he noticed some of his ribs protruding out from his chest as well as at his twisted forearm. Yet, there was no pain. He frowned. Confused. At an utter lost.
A current from within the domain tugged at him then. Pulling his attention towards it. What was that? Lights? No! An energy source! One... Nay! A total of three! Two huge energy confronting a much bigger one.
Zarytto watched. Almost mesmerised as they danced around each other. Colliding. Bumping into one another. The smaller ones stealing bites at the much bigger one. Where it then retaliated and swatted the smaller one apart. At least that's what the lights appeared to be for the Saiyan. He couldn't make them out. Couldn't grasp at exactly what he was witnessing. His brows furrowed deeper as a third light source joined the fray. It's three against one now. Or was it four? He couldn't quite tell but he knew for sure that one was being outnumbered.
Tch! There's no way the bigger one could come out of this.
True enough, after a final rush from a couple of the smaller orbs of light, the bigger one all of a sudden diminished. The young Saiyan scowled. Disapproving the results of the confrontation. Not knowing what he'd just seen, he knew not which side he was supposed to be rooting for. And in that battle of orbs, he'd in fact favoured the huge one.
The fight was without honour! It seemed rather desperate! Almost one sided. A common approach of the weak ganging up on the strong.
Pshaw!
Zarytto concluded that one of their own have fallen. One from their front line. A member of their assault team perhaps. A Saiyan. He lowered his head. Offering a moment of silent for the poor soul, unbeknownst as to whom that orb of energy belonged to. Furthermore, he didn't know if what he'd felt was even accurate. He was merely a spectator to what his subconscious mind was showing him.
Just as sudden as it'd started, everything went back to darkness. The calm gentle sway resumed. Followed by the consistent pounding of a throb and the occasional ascends of bubbles. At times, he'd felt an energy source close by. Almost as if it was checking up on him. While at another, he thought he'd heard inaudible whisperings.
As time passed, Zarytto could feel his bones retracting and snapping back into place. The fibre of his insides mending itself. Repairing before strengthening as if in preparation to receive similar punishment. As he began exploring the anatomy of his very being, Zarytto willed himself awake. Forcing himself to quickly recover without further aid from whatever machine that'd been supporting him.
His eyes suddenly fluttered open. A fierce scowl masked his expression. An unexpected fiery rage suddenly swell from deep within his chest. Revenge, his still subconscious mind seemed to clamour. Revenge for the one responsible for putting him in here? That scrawny Insect? Or was it to avenge the death of what he thought to be one of their comrades?
He wasn't sure himself.
Hazel brown eyes hastily shifted from side to side. Searching for somebody beyond the glass window. Get him out of here, they seemed to say. Get him out, now, the stare appeared to demand. Without him realizing, he was panicking! The strange contraption he was in as well as the liquid within gave him the impression that he was being drowned alive. On top of that, something was in his mouth. He brought his hands to grab at it, making an attempt to pull it right off.
Darkness have never felt so welcoming before. It enveloped him like a mother would embrace her child. So close to the warmth of her bosom. Gentle soft digits caressing soothingly through the infant's hair. Lulling. Comforting. Blowing away all worries. Fending off all sorrows. Coaxing. Calming. Buoying him gently in the cradle of its eternal abyss.
Was he already dead? Was this where all dead Saiyan would go?
Slowly, Zarytto opened his eyes. Expecting to see the brightness of day. Or some sort of light. To his chagrin, darkness remained. Yet, he could see himself. Floating, amidst the sea of darkness. His hair waving gently like sun-sought seaweeds. He looked down. Studying his buck naked form. His eyes widened as he noticed some of his ribs protruding out from his chest as well as at his twisted forearm. Yet, there was no pain. He frowned. Confused. At an utter lost.
A current from within the domain tugged at him then. Pulling his attention towards it. What was that? Lights? No! An energy source! One... Nay! A total of three! Two huge energy confronting a much bigger one.
Zarytto watched. Almost mesmerised as they danced around each other. Colliding. Bumping into one another. The smaller ones stealing bites at the much bigger one. Where it then retaliated and swatted the smaller one apart. At least that's what the lights appeared to be for the Saiyan. He couldn't make them out. Couldn't grasp at exactly what he was witnessing. His brows furrowed deeper as a third light source joined the fray. It's three against one now. Or was it four? He couldn't quite tell but he knew for sure that one was being outnumbered.
Tch! There's no way the bigger one could come out of this.
True enough, after a final rush from a couple of the smaller orbs of light, the bigger one all of a sudden diminished. The young Saiyan scowled. Disapproving the results of the confrontation. Not knowing what he'd just seen, he knew not which side he was supposed to be rooting for. And in that battle of orbs, he'd in fact favoured the huge one.
The fight was without honour! It seemed rather desperate! Almost one sided. A common approach of the weak ganging up on the strong.
Pshaw!
Zarytto concluded that one of their own have fallen. One from their front line. A member of their assault team perhaps. A Saiyan. He lowered his head. Offering a moment of silent for the poor soul, unbeknownst as to whom that orb of energy belonged to. Furthermore, he didn't know if what he'd felt was even accurate. He was merely a spectator to what his subconscious mind was showing him.
Just as sudden as it'd started, everything went back to darkness. The calm gentle sway resumed. Followed by the consistent pounding of a throb and the occasional ascends of bubbles. At times, he'd felt an energy source close by. Almost as if it was checking up on him. While at another, he thought he'd heard inaudible whisperings.
As time passed, Zarytto could feel his bones retracting and snapping back into place. The fibre of his insides mending itself. Repairing before strengthening as if in preparation to receive similar punishment. As he began exploring the anatomy of his very being, Zarytto willed himself awake. Forcing himself to quickly recover without further aid from whatever machine that'd been supporting him.
His eyes suddenly fluttered open. A fierce scowl masked his expression. An unexpected fiery rage suddenly swell from deep within his chest. Revenge, his still subconscious mind seemed to clamour. Revenge for the one responsible for putting him in here? That scrawny Insect? Or was it to avenge the death of what he thought to be one of their comrades?
He wasn't sure himself.
Hazel brown eyes hastily shifted from side to side. Searching for somebody beyond the glass window. Get him out of here, they seemed to say. Get him out, now, the stare appeared to demand. Without him realizing, he was panicking! The strange contraption he was in as well as the liquid within gave him the impression that he was being drowned alive. On top of that, something was in his mouth. He brought his hands to grab at it, making an attempt to pull it right off.