Post by Rensou Hiruen on Dec 22, 2012 3:12:54 GMT -5
The violent warrior known simply as Rensou Hiruen was absolutely savoring the ridiculously sized portions of meat he was severing from the whole with but a knife before he practically crammed it into his mouth. With his cheeks swelled, he struggled to chew, entirely caught up in the delight of filling the empty void that was his raging stomach. The appetite of the man was almost as fierce as his love for battle, and was definitely in the uppermost reaches of activities he preferred to take part in: fighting, fucking, and food. Saiyans were actually quite capable of mixing the three together~
Rensou had nearly forgotten the prince he had discarded like a piece of trash, and would have completely if not for the flow of blood streaming from his palm, down his knife, and into his plate. . .at any rate, he ate it with the meat without a care in the world until the pestering thing managed to lift himself from the broken mass he could have avoided becoming had he allowed Rensou to place the mark. . .on the morrow, the General would handle that matter. Perhaps he would send Basna to beat the life out of him, as he had already proven himself capable, but then again, Boliko wanted soldiers. . . Mayhaps the elder Hiruen would simply send a pair of men to take the boy to Koregutsu and let him deal with the annoyance.
Potter boldly walked up to him a second time, injured as he was. Rensou could feel his energy level, it was terribly low, and it only signified the damage the former gladiator had caused with the ruthless throw – the Saiyan smiled at his own ability to feel out those around him without even a glance, and he did not set eyes upon that which was beneath him as it suggested he leave. With another mouthful of meat in the process of being chewed, he spoke. “. . .fuck off, idiot,” for at first Rensou had mistook the acts of the weak one for bravery, but now he had decided he was simply lacking in intelligence.
One more gulp of food, and Rensou Hiruen had finished. The warrior stood from his stool to find the young woman sweeping the floor behind him, the Saiyaness whom had caused a trickle of crimson to roll down his scalp – that was forgiven, and for one reason alone. “That was wonderful, girl,” he complimented, setting a gratuitous sum on the counter as payment and tip. That accomplished, the scarred fighter began to leave the tavern as a pleased gait with the occasional sway. Rensou Hiruen was entirely too drunk, and he would pay the price in the morning.
“Have Sujest call me tomorrow about the damages, neh?” he grinned as he turned his head, completely oblivious to the fact that the Saiyaness was not of Vegeta and could quite possibly have no idea whom exactly he was to step into her place of employment to brawl and disrespect and leave as if nothing of note had occurred~
[PL Please.]
Rensou had nearly forgotten the prince he had discarded like a piece of trash, and would have completely if not for the flow of blood streaming from his palm, down his knife, and into his plate. . .at any rate, he ate it with the meat without a care in the world until the pestering thing managed to lift himself from the broken mass he could have avoided becoming had he allowed Rensou to place the mark. . .on the morrow, the General would handle that matter. Perhaps he would send Basna to beat the life out of him, as he had already proven himself capable, but then again, Boliko wanted soldiers. . . Mayhaps the elder Hiruen would simply send a pair of men to take the boy to Koregutsu and let him deal with the annoyance.
Potter boldly walked up to him a second time, injured as he was. Rensou could feel his energy level, it was terribly low, and it only signified the damage the former gladiator had caused with the ruthless throw – the Saiyan smiled at his own ability to feel out those around him without even a glance, and he did not set eyes upon that which was beneath him as it suggested he leave. With another mouthful of meat in the process of being chewed, he spoke. “. . .fuck off, idiot,” for at first Rensou had mistook the acts of the weak one for bravery, but now he had decided he was simply lacking in intelligence.
One more gulp of food, and Rensou Hiruen had finished. The warrior stood from his stool to find the young woman sweeping the floor behind him, the Saiyaness whom had caused a trickle of crimson to roll down his scalp – that was forgiven, and for one reason alone. “That was wonderful, girl,” he complimented, setting a gratuitous sum on the counter as payment and tip. That accomplished, the scarred fighter began to leave the tavern as a pleased gait with the occasional sway. Rensou Hiruen was entirely too drunk, and he would pay the price in the morning.
“Have Sujest call me tomorrow about the damages, neh?” he grinned as he turned his head, completely oblivious to the fact that the Saiyaness was not of Vegeta and could quite possibly have no idea whom exactly he was to step into her place of employment to brawl and disrespect and leave as if nothing of note had occurred~
[PL Please.]
