Post by lordpiccolo on Dec 29, 2013 20:17:05 GMT -6
Narrowing his eyes, Piccolo listened to the song in the wind.
All was full of life, teaming with it. And Mount Paozu was no different. It was a refuge for those like him, who didn't want to be bothered. He was hovering a few feet off the ground, near the treetops as he waited for his contact to arrive. He wasn't told who the contact would be, only that it would be someone potentially very powerful. He kept his eyes on the various chi signatures in Mount Paozu, most of them Human campers that were on vacation or doing other matters related to the wild lands. Some were like Piccolo, they just loved the wilderness and hated the hustle and business of the city. Crowds distracted Piccolo, and prevented him from concentrating on the task at hand. He had a mission to fulfill. An old promise he'd made before he left the Planet Namek and arrived on Earth in the first place.
Before him, the wild lands stretched for miles in every direction. Mount Paozu lurked ahead, and it was a prime hunting ground filled with many dangerous creatures. The predatory animals were highly advanced killers, and dangerous to the weak and unprepared. Piccolo intended to turn the Hunter into the Hunted. It was his first step on a path of conquest. He'd been out in Mount Paozu for a few months, he had very few contacts, and only certain folk knew that he was even ON Earth. He was sent with a very clear mission, and that mission involved a lot of chaos. But before that, Piccolo had to grow powerful. VERY powerful. He would suck up to who he needed to and play the part of a weakling, when he knew he wasn't one.
For the time being, he needed resources and supplies. That was the first order of business. Piccolo kept glancing at the setting sun. In the distance, the predators were making their night calls, and Piccolo knew that hour would be soon upon him. He kept his intense face of concentration on like a twisted mask, watching the wild land literally transform into a different scene. At night, the rules were different. There was a pecking order from the smallest of hunters, to the gigantic Rex class creatures. Piccolo hoped his companion(s) were ready to do some intense physical labor. This was all part of the desire to become more powerful.
The sky became fiery red and orange, a splash of various colours. The intensity and sudden change of the temperature reminded Piccolo of his destiny. I am here to conquer. I cannot get too far sidetracked from the mission at hand. Soon, all will bow before Lord Piccolo. He thought to himself and smirked cruelly. Just then, a small group of campers settled carelessly in a sheltered area to his East. He looked off and saw several strong signatures, poachers likely like he was. Piccolo folded his arms across his chest and closed his eyes. Listening, listening to the war that never changed.
All was full of life, teaming with it. And Mount Paozu was no different. It was a refuge for those like him, who didn't want to be bothered. He was hovering a few feet off the ground, near the treetops as he waited for his contact to arrive. He wasn't told who the contact would be, only that it would be someone potentially very powerful. He kept his eyes on the various chi signatures in Mount Paozu, most of them Human campers that were on vacation or doing other matters related to the wild lands. Some were like Piccolo, they just loved the wilderness and hated the hustle and business of the city. Crowds distracted Piccolo, and prevented him from concentrating on the task at hand. He had a mission to fulfill. An old promise he'd made before he left the Planet Namek and arrived on Earth in the first place.
Before him, the wild lands stretched for miles in every direction. Mount Paozu lurked ahead, and it was a prime hunting ground filled with many dangerous creatures. The predatory animals were highly advanced killers, and dangerous to the weak and unprepared. Piccolo intended to turn the Hunter into the Hunted. It was his first step on a path of conquest. He'd been out in Mount Paozu for a few months, he had very few contacts, and only certain folk knew that he was even ON Earth. He was sent with a very clear mission, and that mission involved a lot of chaos. But before that, Piccolo had to grow powerful. VERY powerful. He would suck up to who he needed to and play the part of a weakling, when he knew he wasn't one.
For the time being, he needed resources and supplies. That was the first order of business. Piccolo kept glancing at the setting sun. In the distance, the predators were making their night calls, and Piccolo knew that hour would be soon upon him. He kept his intense face of concentration on like a twisted mask, watching the wild land literally transform into a different scene. At night, the rules were different. There was a pecking order from the smallest of hunters, to the gigantic Rex class creatures. Piccolo hoped his companion(s) were ready to do some intense physical labor. This was all part of the desire to become more powerful.
The sky became fiery red and orange, a splash of various colours. The intensity and sudden change of the temperature reminded Piccolo of his destiny. I am here to conquer. I cannot get too far sidetracked from the mission at hand. Soon, all will bow before Lord Piccolo. He thought to himself and smirked cruelly. Just then, a small group of campers settled carelessly in a sheltered area to his East. He looked off and saw several strong signatures, poachers likely like he was. Piccolo folded his arms across his chest and closed his eyes. Listening, listening to the war that never changed.