Post by Rensou Hiruen on Mar 11, 2012 1:23:56 GMT -5
A heart beat within a chest. An eyelash stirred, and twin lids parted. Coal eyes stared outward and up, into the skies that they had never seen before. They were dark, terrible, and they inspired misery and terror. . .but these eyes were a pair who feared not. A form which had been utterly destroyed was somehow whole, and the being braced himself as he clenched his fist. Everything was wrong, nothing was right. The living, breathing being was unsure of where he was, what he was, and who he was. What once had been now was not, yet he still was.
“Who am I?” he questioned aloud, but he heard no answer as the words left his lips. The head twisted, glancing to the right. . .fire, blackened grasses and parched lands abounded. The gaze was switched to the opposite side, the left. Before them, a fountain of blood constantly pushed upward before it splashed into the pool only to complete the act for an endless eternity. This place was unknown to someone who knew nothing about anything, the flesh lining his muscles was not supposed to be here. . .he was not supposed to be, he at least knew that.
“What is this place?” those same lips mused, as with careful movements this newborn without knowledge rolled onto his stomach and pushed himself into a standing position. The eyes noted gloves, of the darkest black and the most wondrous accents of white at the rear and upon the fingertips. Orbs traced downward, the neck tilting to allow him to see his chest – encased in armors of the darkest night with five tiny stars emblazoned upon his breast. There was a cape draping form his back, brushing the ground below. Boots that mimicked the gloves. Pants were in accordance with the rest.
Confused fingertips reached upward to feel what he could not see, tracing the lines of his face. A digit ran down the length of his jaw, gaunt but strong. . .defined. There were scars, one upon each cheek and another crossing from forehead to eyebrow, and down below that eye which had become taxed with worry as it tried to decipher this multitude of things that were his own. The eyes were set in such a way that they glared upon a series of designs just beneath the first layer of skin, black ink in an obvious decoration. Everything came together at that point.
“My name is Rensou Hiruen. I am the last of my family. For many years, I lived a life of poverty. . .I was a drunkard and an addict, but I became a Gladiator. I was a champion before countless men, women, and children. I welcomed a new King, and became his soldier. . .no, his General. I led many men and women, most Sai...Saiyans,” The stars were aligning and the constellation known as Rensou Hiruen was shining brightly to whom it was most important to, the man himself.
“I am a Saiyan. A proud warrior, an honorable fighter. We are the strongest warriors in the universe, and we knew no equal until. . .” The Saiyan, coming to know himself, gritted his teeth and narrowed his eyes as his fist clenched with a sudden rage that boiled up within him as the resounding name that rolled from his lips. “Touketsuki Yakedo,” until the moment the Icer had arrived upon his planet, everything had been going according to plan. The birth of a new empire led by his brother, Boliko Koregutsu, was preparing to blossom into unimaginable magnitude. The flower was halted by the impending threat of the Icer lord, which this Saiyan had answered.
The Icer and Saiyan had clashed like another pair a thousand years before them, on the home planet of the Saiyans. During the battle, Rensou had nearly been killed, but, and tears filled his eyes at the next thoughts that thrashed through his mind, his best friend, Anienne Aspera, had gotten between he and certain death and caused Rensou to become something akin to a folktale among his people. The Icer had seemed to be defeated, but the treacherous snake had unfurled his truest coils and Rensou Hiruen had sacrificed himself for the good of his planet. Within his heart, Rensou Hiruen knew himself and other things.
With his body tense and his arms flexing at his sides, the Saiyan lifted his head to that desolate sky above him and cried out with every emotion within him all at once. His love for his people, his disappointment at his failure. . .his sadness for lives lost, and his absolute and utter hate for that Icer that had caused all this to begin with. “YAKEDOOOOO! ! !” he offered to the skies, wishing the Icer would reveal himself for just a moment so he might remove that bastard's head now that he was still within the realms of existence.
Rensou Hiruen was dead. This was not his home. Although he had been a man without religious beliefs, he now knew himself to be in the worst place of all. The General had found himself in the depths of hell, and as his cry echoed throughout the plane, the one he called out for could not be found no matter how hard he attempted to will him to this place. Nay, only the demons of this world stirred to offer him torment and they began to close in on him with terrible intent tangible upon the air as Rensou sensed their coming and prepared himself.
If Hell consisted of a day to day fight for this excuse for existence, well, Rensou Hiruen could not find it much worse than the world of the living he had left not moments ago.
“Who am I?” he questioned aloud, but he heard no answer as the words left his lips. The head twisted, glancing to the right. . .fire, blackened grasses and parched lands abounded. The gaze was switched to the opposite side, the left. Before them, a fountain of blood constantly pushed upward before it splashed into the pool only to complete the act for an endless eternity. This place was unknown to someone who knew nothing about anything, the flesh lining his muscles was not supposed to be here. . .he was not supposed to be, he at least knew that.
“What is this place?” those same lips mused, as with careful movements this newborn without knowledge rolled onto his stomach and pushed himself into a standing position. The eyes noted gloves, of the darkest black and the most wondrous accents of white at the rear and upon the fingertips. Orbs traced downward, the neck tilting to allow him to see his chest – encased in armors of the darkest night with five tiny stars emblazoned upon his breast. There was a cape draping form his back, brushing the ground below. Boots that mimicked the gloves. Pants were in accordance with the rest.
Confused fingertips reached upward to feel what he could not see, tracing the lines of his face. A digit ran down the length of his jaw, gaunt but strong. . .defined. There were scars, one upon each cheek and another crossing from forehead to eyebrow, and down below that eye which had become taxed with worry as it tried to decipher this multitude of things that were his own. The eyes were set in such a way that they glared upon a series of designs just beneath the first layer of skin, black ink in an obvious decoration. Everything came together at that point.
“My name is Rensou Hiruen. I am the last of my family. For many years, I lived a life of poverty. . .I was a drunkard and an addict, but I became a Gladiator. I was a champion before countless men, women, and children. I welcomed a new King, and became his soldier. . .no, his General. I led many men and women, most Sai...Saiyans,” The stars were aligning and the constellation known as Rensou Hiruen was shining brightly to whom it was most important to, the man himself.
“I am a Saiyan. A proud warrior, an honorable fighter. We are the strongest warriors in the universe, and we knew no equal until. . .” The Saiyan, coming to know himself, gritted his teeth and narrowed his eyes as his fist clenched with a sudden rage that boiled up within him as the resounding name that rolled from his lips. “Touketsuki Yakedo,” until the moment the Icer had arrived upon his planet, everything had been going according to plan. The birth of a new empire led by his brother, Boliko Koregutsu, was preparing to blossom into unimaginable magnitude. The flower was halted by the impending threat of the Icer lord, which this Saiyan had answered.
The Icer and Saiyan had clashed like another pair a thousand years before them, on the home planet of the Saiyans. During the battle, Rensou had nearly been killed, but, and tears filled his eyes at the next thoughts that thrashed through his mind, his best friend, Anienne Aspera, had gotten between he and certain death and caused Rensou to become something akin to a folktale among his people. The Icer had seemed to be defeated, but the treacherous snake had unfurled his truest coils and Rensou Hiruen had sacrificed himself for the good of his planet. Within his heart, Rensou Hiruen knew himself and other things.
With his body tense and his arms flexing at his sides, the Saiyan lifted his head to that desolate sky above him and cried out with every emotion within him all at once. His love for his people, his disappointment at his failure. . .his sadness for lives lost, and his absolute and utter hate for that Icer that had caused all this to begin with. “YAKEDOOOOO! ! !” he offered to the skies, wishing the Icer would reveal himself for just a moment so he might remove that bastard's head now that he was still within the realms of existence.
Rensou Hiruen was dead. This was not his home. Although he had been a man without religious beliefs, he now knew himself to be in the worst place of all. The General had found himself in the depths of hell, and as his cry echoed throughout the plane, the one he called out for could not be found no matter how hard he attempted to will him to this place. Nay, only the demons of this world stirred to offer him torment and they began to close in on him with terrible intent tangible upon the air as Rensou sensed their coming and prepared himself.
If Hell consisted of a day to day fight for this excuse for existence, well, Rensou Hiruen could not find it much worse than the world of the living he had left not moments ago.
