Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2021 9:54:03 GMT -5
The Saiba wastes were a huge open space that Matoto could actively hunt in with no problems from others. It was liken to a park for a dog to just run wild in with no worries of restraint to worry about. He Journeyed to and from the wastes as he saw fit, killed what he saw fit and ate what he saw fit. He did everything he desired and didn't have to worry about the concerns of others. He didn't have to do a job, he wasn't pestered to behave, and he found himself being able to truly let loose.
He had spent years doing this very same thing, chasing his own desires and caring little about what others thought about him. He didn't need to be polite, didn't need to work, or try for some goal. He simply existed in a state of existence with nothing else to hold him back. It was a fun lifestyle, but the only thing he disliked was that he didn't have the opponents he sought in front of him. This was the only thing he could not correct at this very moment. He had to look for them, and this made him frustrated beyond belief. He didn't want to have to look for something in a wide area.
Even now as he sat back against a rock, his eyes looking to the sky, he began to ponder where the fighters were. The moon hung high in the sky, the fire illuminating the area nicely as he relaxed. His face missing the cocky grin it always had as he let his thoughts drift. What were the strongest fighters like? Were they as eager to cross fists with him as he was them? or were they the pacifist scum bags like so many he had encountered before?
A crackle of the fire draw his eyes then, the fire dying down slightly after being lit for so long. A quick toss of the wood on the fire ensuring it would burn for a little bit longer. Yet it did not stop his thoughts, the saiyan placing his hand under his cheek as he rested his head on his fist. He hoped he would find those he sought soon, else this was going to be one frustrating few weeks a head. Perhaps he needed to ask around more to learn their names? Whatever the case was, he needed to know more before he could track them.
He had spent years doing this very same thing, chasing his own desires and caring little about what others thought about him. He didn't need to be polite, didn't need to work, or try for some goal. He simply existed in a state of existence with nothing else to hold him back. It was a fun lifestyle, but the only thing he disliked was that he didn't have the opponents he sought in front of him. This was the only thing he could not correct at this very moment. He had to look for them, and this made him frustrated beyond belief. He didn't want to have to look for something in a wide area.
Even now as he sat back against a rock, his eyes looking to the sky, he began to ponder where the fighters were. The moon hung high in the sky, the fire illuminating the area nicely as he relaxed. His face missing the cocky grin it always had as he let his thoughts drift. What were the strongest fighters like? Were they as eager to cross fists with him as he was them? or were they the pacifist scum bags like so many he had encountered before?
A crackle of the fire draw his eyes then, the fire dying down slightly after being lit for so long. A quick toss of the wood on the fire ensuring it would burn for a little bit longer. Yet it did not stop his thoughts, the saiyan placing his hand under his cheek as he rested his head on his fist. He hoped he would find those he sought soon, else this was going to be one frustrating few weeks a head. Perhaps he needed to ask around more to learn their names? Whatever the case was, he needed to know more before he could track them.
PL: 5,000
WC: 409
WC: 409