Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2023 16:41:30 GMT -5
How long has it been since Cabasa last sank her fangs into something to draw the ambrosia out of it? Days? Weeks? She lost count of it a while ago, her mind drowning into a thirst-induced stupor. The space travel to Namek had been tortuous so far, it showed across the blue-skinned Mazoku's sour countenance.
"Must... endure. I must..." She let loose a grunt of frustration, pushing her hunched back against the seat of her pod while kicking the window with one of her splayed legs. Something... felt off. Her facial features softened for a moment. Then, she moved her foot aside, revealing a turquoise-colored mote amidst the inky void of the celestial vault. With each passing moment, the space pod drew closer to it.
Cabasa's mouth widened into a fanged grin. Just for the sake of certainty, she glanced at the coordinates displayed across the control panel of her spacefaring embarcation, then looked at the planet again.
"Finally~ Mother Namek." The tall Mazoku lady sighed in relief, cracking her knuckles and neck in anticipation toward the impending hunt.
Was Cabasa's excitation misguided? Indeed, the huntress could very well become the hunted in this new environment...
FWOOOOSH!
An orb of fire was visible from the First Scar's vermilion sky, tearing through the cinereous clouds like a meteor. It landed unceremoniously, causing quite the ruckus and a cloud of smoke to plume upward from the new-made crater. Mirroring the boorish landing, the pod's hatch was bashed open by a pair of impatient clawed hands. A moment of silence, then a tall shadow surged out from it, stopping mid-air to reveal a wide gargoylesque wingspan.
With her arms crossed and a smug grin plastered across her face, Cabasa crossed her arms as her dark cloak billowed in a polluted wind. She darted her red pinpoints of lights surrounded by dark sclera for eyes around, parsing her new environment. After a short analysis, she nodded to herself, satisfied.
"Just like home: A bleak, blasted shithole." Cabasa had yet to discover the verdant, watery beauty of Namek's other biomes, but this would need to come at a later date. For now, her priority was t-
Growl...
Her empty womb clamored for a kill. Cabasa reassured it with a pat, furrowing her brow and looking around. Anything would do at this point; even burrowing maggots squished dry sounded like a buffet to her mind at the moment. She licked her lips, a quiver shooting across her tall, wiry frame.
Would she be met with serendipity on this day, or face a bitter end?
"Must... endure. I must..." She let loose a grunt of frustration, pushing her hunched back against the seat of her pod while kicking the window with one of her splayed legs. Something... felt off. Her facial features softened for a moment. Then, she moved her foot aside, revealing a turquoise-colored mote amidst the inky void of the celestial vault. With each passing moment, the space pod drew closer to it.
Cabasa's mouth widened into a fanged grin. Just for the sake of certainty, she glanced at the coordinates displayed across the control panel of her spacefaring embarcation, then looked at the planet again.
"Finally~ Mother Namek." The tall Mazoku lady sighed in relief, cracking her knuckles and neck in anticipation toward the impending hunt.
Was Cabasa's excitation misguided? Indeed, the huntress could very well become the hunted in this new environment...
FWOOOOSH!
An orb of fire was visible from the First Scar's vermilion sky, tearing through the cinereous clouds like a meteor. It landed unceremoniously, causing quite the ruckus and a cloud of smoke to plume upward from the new-made crater. Mirroring the boorish landing, the pod's hatch was bashed open by a pair of impatient clawed hands. A moment of silence, then a tall shadow surged out from it, stopping mid-air to reveal a wide gargoylesque wingspan.
With her arms crossed and a smug grin plastered across her face, Cabasa crossed her arms as her dark cloak billowed in a polluted wind. She darted her red pinpoints of lights surrounded by dark sclera for eyes around, parsing her new environment. After a short analysis, she nodded to herself, satisfied.
"Just like home: A bleak, blasted shithole." Cabasa had yet to discover the verdant, watery beauty of Namek's other biomes, but this would need to come at a later date. For now, her priority was t-
Growl...
Her empty womb clamored for a kill. Cabasa reassured it with a pat, furrowing her brow and looking around. Anything would do at this point; even burrowing maggots squished dry sounded like a buffet to her mind at the moment. She licked her lips, a quiver shooting across her tall, wiry frame.
Would she be met with serendipity on this day, or face a bitter end?
PL: 20,000 (Ki Control lowers it to 200)
KP: 6/6 - MP: 0/6 - HP: 000/250
Resources: Battle Wisdom, Regeneration, Trump Card, Vampiric
WC: 428
TWC: 428
KP: 6/6 - MP: 0/6 - HP: 000/250
Resources: Battle Wisdom, Regeneration, Trump Card, Vampiric
WC: 428
TWC: 428