Post by Konjac on Mar 24, 2024 0:18:33 GMT -5
Setting
The Saiba breeding pits unfurl as a grotesque curtain woven from the darkest threads of life. This domain, where the ground itself seems to writhe with the gestation of Saibaman eggs, exudes an air of danger in its heavy, decay-laden atmosphere. Above, the canopy forms a dense barrier, a patchwork of leaves so thick that only slivers of light manage to pierce through, casting an eerie glow on the scenes below. Vile, twisted vegetation sprawls across the landscape, some with thorns sharp as blades, others secreting a miasma that adds to the noxious ambiance.
Everywhere, the sounds of the breeding pits fill the air: the chittering of Saibamen communicating in their crude dialect, the occasional roar of a Saibabeast asserting its dominance, and the unsettling rustle of foliage as something unknown moves through. The earth, rich yet corrupted, is marred by openings that lead to nests of incubating eggs, promising the emergence of new life poised to continue the cycle of prey. In this place where life and death mingle in a grim embrace, the very essence of survival is tested, making it a crucible for those strong enough to enter and brave enough to face its horrors head-on.
Intro
Konjac awakens, the harsh reality of the Saiba breeding pits slowly coming into focus around him. Disoriented, he lies amidst the tangled roots and decaying foliage that lie on the ground, his body contrast to the lush yet lethal environment. His mind is a void, stripped of memories, leaving behind only an inexplicable sense of familiarity with the savage land that stretches out before him. He looks down at his hand, muscles flexing instinctively as he opens and closes his fist, the simple movement stirring a dormant power within.
As his senses sharpen, a sudden flash sears through his mind: the chilling memory of a dark energy, a demon, merging with his Saiyan soul in a cataclysmic fusion that had sent him spiraling into the void. His eyes widen in shock, the brief recollection igniting a spark of recognition in the depths of his being. With a swift glance around, he takes in the verdant yet venomous landscape of the breeding pits once more, this time with a growing sense of purpose.
Konjac's appearance, marked by striking red eyes set against black sclera, speaks of his otherworldly heritage. His red spiked hair, echoing the color of his tail, sways gently in the breeze, a vibrant contrast to his pale yellow skin. Muscles, defined and lean. The long, pointy ears protruding from the sides of his head and the ominous glint of orb-like earrings underscore his demonic change. Attired in a skin-tight black battle suit covering the lower half of his body.
As he stands, his mind absorbing the chaos of his surroundings, a sinister whisper curls around the edges of his consciousness, a voice that is not his own yet intimately familiar. Konjac could not make it out though. It hissed, a demonic murmur that resonates with the very core of his being. Konjac remains silent, the words of the demon echoing silently in his soul, a reminder of the power that binds them together. With no words spoken, he takes his first step into the wilderness of the breeding pits, a land that promises both danger and discovery.
The Saiba breeding pits unfurl as a grotesque curtain woven from the darkest threads of life. This domain, where the ground itself seems to writhe with the gestation of Saibaman eggs, exudes an air of danger in its heavy, decay-laden atmosphere. Above, the canopy forms a dense barrier, a patchwork of leaves so thick that only slivers of light manage to pierce through, casting an eerie glow on the scenes below. Vile, twisted vegetation sprawls across the landscape, some with thorns sharp as blades, others secreting a miasma that adds to the noxious ambiance.
Everywhere, the sounds of the breeding pits fill the air: the chittering of Saibamen communicating in their crude dialect, the occasional roar of a Saibabeast asserting its dominance, and the unsettling rustle of foliage as something unknown moves through. The earth, rich yet corrupted, is marred by openings that lead to nests of incubating eggs, promising the emergence of new life poised to continue the cycle of prey. In this place where life and death mingle in a grim embrace, the very essence of survival is tested, making it a crucible for those strong enough to enter and brave enough to face its horrors head-on.
Intro
Konjac awakens, the harsh reality of the Saiba breeding pits slowly coming into focus around him. Disoriented, he lies amidst the tangled roots and decaying foliage that lie on the ground, his body contrast to the lush yet lethal environment. His mind is a void, stripped of memories, leaving behind only an inexplicable sense of familiarity with the savage land that stretches out before him. He looks down at his hand, muscles flexing instinctively as he opens and closes his fist, the simple movement stirring a dormant power within.
As his senses sharpen, a sudden flash sears through his mind: the chilling memory of a dark energy, a demon, merging with his Saiyan soul in a cataclysmic fusion that had sent him spiraling into the void. His eyes widen in shock, the brief recollection igniting a spark of recognition in the depths of his being. With a swift glance around, he takes in the verdant yet venomous landscape of the breeding pits once more, this time with a growing sense of purpose.
Konjac's appearance, marked by striking red eyes set against black sclera, speaks of his otherworldly heritage. His red spiked hair, echoing the color of his tail, sways gently in the breeze, a vibrant contrast to his pale yellow skin. Muscles, defined and lean. The long, pointy ears protruding from the sides of his head and the ominous glint of orb-like earrings underscore his demonic change. Attired in a skin-tight black battle suit covering the lower half of his body.
As he stands, his mind absorbing the chaos of his surroundings, a sinister whisper curls around the edges of his consciousness, a voice that is not his own yet intimately familiar. Konjac could not make it out though. It hissed, a demonic murmur that resonates with the very core of his being. Konjac remains silent, the words of the demon echoing silently in his soul, a reminder of the power that binds them together. With no words spoken, he takes his first step into the wilderness of the breeding pits, a land that promises both danger and discovery.