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Oct 14, 2014 8:26:25 GMT
Post by Kaius on Oct 14, 2014 8:26:25 GMT
A gentle pattering of rain against the leaves, a treefrog chorus, a distant rush of a water over stones. These elements, convoluted together in perpetual harmony, reverberating through the forest in an enchanting, peaceful song. The sunlight diffusing through the canopy plunged the world below in a haze of green, beams of light breaking through capturing the sparkle of the misty moisture in the air.
Lone footsteps meandered down the old, worn path. The frayed sleeves of his black t-shirt seemed to pay homage to the wicked spiking of his hair, His figure, darkened slightly by the array of wayward light, was somewhat small, though illustrated by a foreboding, powerful build. There was something very....out of place about him. It couldn't outright be explained. A phantom presence. A wolf in a baby's room. And yet, if you looked to his demeanor, the Saiyan/demon hybrid couldn't seem more at home.
He was on the hunt again...6 months. 6 months to track this motherfucker down. It'd taken him 4 days to locate the rebel group responsible for raiding the weapon caches in Karr. A week and a half to locate the leader of a rival mob hiding out in Trent (quite the developing potential, that situation had). A series of other magicians and witches, none of whom had taken more than two months on the ridiculous side. But this, this lone motherfucker....
Even worse? Kaius wasn't even entirely sure where he was going. He had the general area, a few addresses, a few names of individuals who may or may not produce more pinpointed leads. This Tabris fellow moved around alot. But the area....that was good enough. And what do you know, that "general area" just so happened to be in his own home country. The man's features were etched into the forefront of Kaius' mind. Every centimeter, every curve and edge, his eyes, his jawline, his nose and ears and their relativity to each other. He'd find him, if it meant burning every last citizen alive until he finally came to this man. A little....creepy much? Well, I suppose it wouldn't be accurate to say Kaius and that adjective never cross paths.
As he continued on the path, headed toward town, the ground to his left began to slope down steeply. At its base the forest ended and a large field began. It looked like they were growing crops or something, though nothing was too tall. In the center of it stood a humble little home which immediately caught his eye. Not because it was one of the first houses he'd seen since leaving the taxi, but because of the shit show that was taking place outside.
A group of men, all dressed similarly, were shouting and squabbling with what looked like a single individual. He looked in his mid 40s, pot bellied, but fighting fiercely. They shoved him to his knees in front of the house, while another man brought out what appeared to be his wife and daughter to join him. They held guns to their heads, others ransacking the house.
Kaius tarried from his path in the shadows, watching the scene play out with striking indifference. Didn't look like they were cashing out that big for all the trouble, less they were looking for something specific. Desperate fucks. Either that or these farmers pissed off the wrong people and were being put in their place.
Had this been Kaius' home base it wouldn't have flown. His group were actually known rather well as vigilantes who protected the common vermin. Not out of the goodness of his heart, but because it granted an obvious advantage. If people liked you, they were loyal. If you fed fed them when they were hungry, if you took care of the riff raff of that particular city who were robbing their neighborhoods, had your people cut their grass and tend their responsibilities while they were down from surgery or paid off some of their debts, they had a tendency to go to bat for you. You automatically had eyes and ears everywhere. Nobody could connive anything without you knowing and you had connections that branched out into all corners of the business world. Kaius got pretty much all his shit for free.
His philosophy on such things however remained consistent: if anyone was worth saving, they'd be able to save themselves....less of course they brought value to you. Had these people looked like they were someone of influence he may've stepped in here. Alas...they looked rather petty. Maybe they had connections but they more than likely didn't have any power here. He watched though, still. Anything he could bust a nut in, then? Kaius hadn't gotten laid since he got to this shithole country. He'd swoop in, save the day, for the sake of wrecking people emotionally and getting his fix. The wife was on the old and frizzy side, the daughter was too young - anything else? Nothing?
The criminal lord shifted his weight off the tree he'd been leaning on, turning to carry on his way. Oh well. Tough luck guys.
Lone footsteps meandered down the old, worn path. The frayed sleeves of his black t-shirt seemed to pay homage to the wicked spiking of his hair, His figure, darkened slightly by the array of wayward light, was somewhat small, though illustrated by a foreboding, powerful build. There was something very....out of place about him. It couldn't outright be explained. A phantom presence. A wolf in a baby's room. And yet, if you looked to his demeanor, the Saiyan/demon hybrid couldn't seem more at home.
He was on the hunt again...6 months. 6 months to track this motherfucker down. It'd taken him 4 days to locate the rebel group responsible for raiding the weapon caches in Karr. A week and a half to locate the leader of a rival mob hiding out in Trent (quite the developing potential, that situation had). A series of other magicians and witches, none of whom had taken more than two months on the ridiculous side. But this, this lone motherfucker....
Even worse? Kaius wasn't even entirely sure where he was going. He had the general area, a few addresses, a few names of individuals who may or may not produce more pinpointed leads. This Tabris fellow moved around alot. But the area....that was good enough. And what do you know, that "general area" just so happened to be in his own home country. The man's features were etched into the forefront of Kaius' mind. Every centimeter, every curve and edge, his eyes, his jawline, his nose and ears and their relativity to each other. He'd find him, if it meant burning every last citizen alive until he finally came to this man. A little....creepy much? Well, I suppose it wouldn't be accurate to say Kaius and that adjective never cross paths.
As he continued on the path, headed toward town, the ground to his left began to slope down steeply. At its base the forest ended and a large field began. It looked like they were growing crops or something, though nothing was too tall. In the center of it stood a humble little home which immediately caught his eye. Not because it was one of the first houses he'd seen since leaving the taxi, but because of the shit show that was taking place outside.
A group of men, all dressed similarly, were shouting and squabbling with what looked like a single individual. He looked in his mid 40s, pot bellied, but fighting fiercely. They shoved him to his knees in front of the house, while another man brought out what appeared to be his wife and daughter to join him. They held guns to their heads, others ransacking the house.
Kaius tarried from his path in the shadows, watching the scene play out with striking indifference. Didn't look like they were cashing out that big for all the trouble, less they were looking for something specific. Desperate fucks. Either that or these farmers pissed off the wrong people and were being put in their place.
Had this been Kaius' home base it wouldn't have flown. His group were actually known rather well as vigilantes who protected the common vermin. Not out of the goodness of his heart, but because it granted an obvious advantage. If people liked you, they were loyal. If you fed fed them when they were hungry, if you took care of the riff raff of that particular city who were robbing their neighborhoods, had your people cut their grass and tend their responsibilities while they were down from surgery or paid off some of their debts, they had a tendency to go to bat for you. You automatically had eyes and ears everywhere. Nobody could connive anything without you knowing and you had connections that branched out into all corners of the business world. Kaius got pretty much all his shit for free.
His philosophy on such things however remained consistent: if anyone was worth saving, they'd be able to save themselves....less of course they brought value to you. Had these people looked like they were someone of influence he may've stepped in here. Alas...they looked rather petty. Maybe they had connections but they more than likely didn't have any power here. He watched though, still. Anything he could bust a nut in, then? Kaius hadn't gotten laid since he got to this shithole country. He'd swoop in, save the day, for the sake of wrecking people emotionally and getting his fix. The wife was on the old and frizzy side, the daughter was too young - anything else? Nothing?
The criminal lord shifted his weight off the tree he'd been leaning on, turning to carry on his way. Oh well. Tough luck guys.