Post by seraphim on Jul 22, 2013 8:44:23 GMT -5
Seraph was walking home alone from the market, heaving a bag of meat and other food over his shoulder as he did. Of course he could fly, but he'd rather walk and save the energy he might need anywhere. He might not be apart of the rebellion, but he'd rather not be a part of the war at all. It was a war for.... full saiyans, not some half saiyan mockery that Seraph was.
Saiyans were naturally hot blooded and out for a fight, so Seraph put on the appearance of a weakling, not looking anyone in the eyes and pretending to struggle with his bag of food. Anyone that approached the half saiyan muttered in disapproval and went on their way. Seraph didn't care about what they thought of him, he just wanted to get home and eat.
His stomach was already rumbling in anticipation of his feast. He smiled slightly, catching sight of his small home. He broke character and started sprinting to his home. Surely enough one of the lower classed saiyans that lived next to him blocked his path.
"Heyyo Seraph! Finally coming back from town?", said the enthusiastic Saiyan as he approached Seraph and patted him hard on the back. "How is your father? Haven't seen him in ages!"
"Umm... my dad's dead but ok... yeah. I really need to... get inside. I'm starving." Seraph said, rubbing his back. The saiyan was stronger than most low class warriors. Any harder and he would have broken his back. He managed to get inside his home, and shut the door. His door had no locks as they were useless here on Vegeta. If someone wanted in, nothing but the most advanced metals and defenses could stop them. Sadly not everyone can have access to these materials.
It didn't take long but soon his meal was prepared, and it was gone quicker than he set it out. Saiyans were notorious for their appetite. It was one of the many things he inherited from his father. He hated how hungry he got, but he loved how much he could eat as a result. He rubbed his stomach in approval, looking out his window in approval. There was nothing like home.
Saiyans were naturally hot blooded and out for a fight, so Seraph put on the appearance of a weakling, not looking anyone in the eyes and pretending to struggle with his bag of food. Anyone that approached the half saiyan muttered in disapproval and went on their way. Seraph didn't care about what they thought of him, he just wanted to get home and eat.
His stomach was already rumbling in anticipation of his feast. He smiled slightly, catching sight of his small home. He broke character and started sprinting to his home. Surely enough one of the lower classed saiyans that lived next to him blocked his path.
"Heyyo Seraph! Finally coming back from town?", said the enthusiastic Saiyan as he approached Seraph and patted him hard on the back. "How is your father? Haven't seen him in ages!"
"Umm... my dad's dead but ok... yeah. I really need to... get inside. I'm starving." Seraph said, rubbing his back. The saiyan was stronger than most low class warriors. Any harder and he would have broken his back. He managed to get inside his home, and shut the door. His door had no locks as they were useless here on Vegeta. If someone wanted in, nothing but the most advanced metals and defenses could stop them. Sadly not everyone can have access to these materials.
It didn't take long but soon his meal was prepared, and it was gone quicker than he set it out. Saiyans were notorious for their appetite. It was one of the many things he inherited from his father. He hated how hungry he got, but he loved how much he could eat as a result. He rubbed his stomach in approval, looking out his window in approval. There was nothing like home.
