Post by Nasu on May 2, 2021 15:10:41 GMT -5
Green.
That was all that one could see, no matter where one was to gaze or look about: it was full of it. Green here, green there. It was everywhere, but it was by no short coincidence or miracle, for the man had decided to stroll within the depths of a forest. One whose trees were so tall that all around it was full of their leaves, both from the thin or strong tall trees to the short ones that were still wearing a royal and beautiful bush of those.
Most of the leaves were of a light green color, a very pristine and beautiful one. But of course even some of the shorter trees and plants instead colored the forest with darker shades. Beneath him was even only the ground itself, dirt and full of fallen or dead leaves. There were some branches, too, even, lost here and there.
But it was dirt for the most part. Only the Gods knew how natural such an environment was, with its due life in the underground as well. Nasu was soon to once more depart for Plant, this time, perhaps, for a long time period. After all there was no doubt that the elections were going to begin soon for either faction and that probably meant that something would happen depending on the leaders’ action. It led Nasu to wonder.
All this time for now he had been sure of himself, confident. But because everything was very peaceful, not one bit of his ideals had changed but even now, he stuttered. He had lost his very family and friends to the Saiyan species and had to fight his own (once) allies that had been blinded by bloodlust and the hunger to battle. How would it be like… to fight other Saiyans after all of that had happened?
No good, he would have thought himself. Surely he had been wed to an alien woman and had children even, but even now his lives weighed on his conscience; even if he did not truly love the wife, there was no way something like that could not scar a man. Eventually, his mind, however, detached from his thoughts — he was not using Kinto’un for he felt the need to walk, at the moment. His ears did pick up on the noise of water, it was weak however. It could not be a waterfall, as instead, it was a river. A flowing one, that flew across a divider in the lands and moved between the mossy stones in both bed and surface of the canal.
A good opportunity to rest, if anything. The man lowered himself to the edge of the land and allowed his hands to sink in the river, just slightly, to hold enough water in his hands to splash his own face with it — his hair lock, too, was struck by this motion, slightly hung from the water and by now the man rubbed himself in the face with his hands, trying to awaken his thoughts to the matter.
But instead of awakening his thoughts, his senses began to alert him of another presence. It was faint and yet still there, almost as if he did not quite believe that it could have been just an animal: it was… different than a creature, and from a normal person. Another fighter? Could one have possibly followed him? The man did not stand but his head turned back and forth and sought the presence.
“Feel free to get out. I do not bite.”
Usually, at least. But if it was just a person passing by, they would not have had to worry about it. But this gave him a deja vu to his first day on Plant, therefore he was a bit subject to the feelings of when he had been mistaken for some dude with a bounty and nearly head shot by a sniper.
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