11-13-2014, 11:59 PM
It was enjoyable walking through the underbrush, avoiding sticks and rocks, stepping swiftly and playing at his agility and stealth. Sunlight peaked through leaves, casting amazing light throughout the canopy, the face of his mask warming as he walked through the sun beams. It was beautiful. He would give Omni credit for that. He had taste. But it did nothing to win over the headstrong warrior. As a man of honor and integrity, he held respect for the God, but it would not equate to hesitation when the time came for confrontation. There was a reckoning that needed to occur. Both Yoshimitsu and the blade would see to that.
His eye fell to the blade at his side. He could feel the power emanating from it. The raw seething hatred that it was interrupted from its ritual. He would have to do something to sate it before it decided to feed itself. Which include a very painful situation for himself. Not that he would remember any of it. There were very few Yoshimitsu who were driven mad by their swords, but the legends of those men-turned-demon were all told as a warning to the new leaders. It was a truly terrible fate, one he did not intend to suffer. Which meant! Evil doers beware, the blade of Yoshimitsu craves your blood!
Speaking of cravings, Yoshimitsu was craving something to eat. Not because he was hungry, but because eating was fun. And you always had to eat while you traveled. Otherwise you get bored. You get bored, you allow evil to enter. Should evil enter then all oneness is lost. Therefore...eat to maintain oneness. It was vit-
Is that a fucking Yoshi?
Beneath a large, old tree with great overhanging branches and a massive treetop was a blue reptilian...thing. The eyes, they were impossibly large, like big white pools with black coals threatening to swallow everything they focused on. It was monstrous. And the flesh of this beast, it looked smooth and the blue. It was like the sky at the end of a sunset, when night began to take over. And that face. The jaw was round and bulbous. Its snout completely inefficient speaking from a biological standpoint as it skewed the vision of the large eyes. It wore giant boots. The boots of men. How in the world did it get men's boots? Did it murder someone and it wears the boots of its victims as trophies? And on its back...the red shell. Begging to be mounted and tamed like the beast it was.
I'm gonna ride that fucking Yoshi... He thought to himself as he snuck in closer.
Ahead of the wild beast dragon, in the midst of realizing the terrifying monster behind it, was a small bird. It looked to be a pheasant of sorts. It'd make a great meal...but he had a feeling the, he couldn't believe he was saying this, the Yoshi had laid claim to it. The look on his mask, the red cybernetic casing he had chosen as his “face”, changed from intimidating to bewildered. Right before his eyes, enhanced by the faces he wore, the creature opened its mouth quietly and slowly. It had the precision of the humble chameleon as its tongue whipped out in a blur, the large sticky end pulverizing the bird in the back of its head and snatching it back into its mouth. Just like that. It was gone. Eaten. By fucking Yoshi.
The look on its face expressed absolute joy and decadence. It was a monster of insatiable cruelty. A foul beast that destroyed life and relished in its terrible deeds. It was beautiful. It swung its arms back and forth and stomped its feet to the tune of a song only it heard. No doubt the music of sinister demons appeased its senses. He would tame this monstrous denizen and use it in his crusade against all it stood for. This agent of misery would betray its kind in this lawless 'Verse.
Yoshimitsu was about to make his move. But he hesitated. The beast was doing something else. Its large eyes closed, straining it seemed as its fists clenched tight. It lifted its booted leg as it forced a blue speckled egg out. A comical popping sound emanating as the egg rolled behind the bipedal reptile. Absolutely awful. But he wanted to eat that egg. It contained his pheasant he had been thinking of devouring. Or maybe it contained another Yoshi? He could make a chariot led by dragons. You command a lot of respect when you roll in on a chariot with two dragons leading it. Or he could force it to eat and create more eggs and he'd have an endless legion of deformed mutant dragons. Bitches love deformed mutant dragons.
With a loose branch in his hand that he cut with the katana known as Fumaken, a replacement to Yoshimitsu that all leaders forged, he crept closer to the stomping creature. Once he hit his target vicinity, the warrior leapt out from his cover, using the whip-like cutting to strike the stupid beat across its snout. It reeled in shock and pain, the eyes getting surprisingly larger, short hands failing to reach the small red mark as it did a new dance. A dance of pain. “Bakemono!” He shouted with fury as he landed with grace, knees bent as he crouched low, bounding up once more with a push from his legs. It was a short hop to mount the red shell on the beast's back, taking his loose branch and shoving it into its opened, crying maw, Yoshimitsu had successfully bridled the animal.
His mount shook and stamped its feet. It swayed its head, trying to get the branch out of its mouth. As a champion of all that is good and right, Yoshimitsu held tight to the makeshift reins and kicked the hell out of the struggling monster with his heels. It came down to endurance and who was more stubborn, a fight Yoshimitsu determined he had already won. The Yoshi stood there panting, relenting to its new master and standing solidly.
With a click of his tongue and small tug of the reins, the Yoshi moved forward. Slowly. A good ol' smack from his saya sped the reptile up. Excellent. This wicked beast has turned from its evil ways and was now an ally of karma. At once Yoshimitsu accepted his new partner. To show his gratitude he initiated conversation with his strange companion, however he didn't know if the dragon didn't care or just didn't understand Japanese. When did the language barrier ever stop two friends from bonding though?
His eye fell to the blade at his side. He could feel the power emanating from it. The raw seething hatred that it was interrupted from its ritual. He would have to do something to sate it before it decided to feed itself. Which include a very painful situation for himself. Not that he would remember any of it. There were very few Yoshimitsu who were driven mad by their swords, but the legends of those men-turned-demon were all told as a warning to the new leaders. It was a truly terrible fate, one he did not intend to suffer. Which meant! Evil doers beware, the blade of Yoshimitsu craves your blood!
Speaking of cravings, Yoshimitsu was craving something to eat. Not because he was hungry, but because eating was fun. And you always had to eat while you traveled. Otherwise you get bored. You get bored, you allow evil to enter. Should evil enter then all oneness is lost. Therefore...eat to maintain oneness. It was vit-
Is that a fucking Yoshi?
Beneath a large, old tree with great overhanging branches and a massive treetop was a blue reptilian...thing. The eyes, they were impossibly large, like big white pools with black coals threatening to swallow everything they focused on. It was monstrous. And the flesh of this beast, it looked smooth and the blue. It was like the sky at the end of a sunset, when night began to take over. And that face. The jaw was round and bulbous. Its snout completely inefficient speaking from a biological standpoint as it skewed the vision of the large eyes. It wore giant boots. The boots of men. How in the world did it get men's boots? Did it murder someone and it wears the boots of its victims as trophies? And on its back...the red shell. Begging to be mounted and tamed like the beast it was.
I'm gonna ride that fucking Yoshi... He thought to himself as he snuck in closer.
Ahead of the wild beast dragon, in the midst of realizing the terrifying monster behind it, was a small bird. It looked to be a pheasant of sorts. It'd make a great meal...but he had a feeling the, he couldn't believe he was saying this, the Yoshi had laid claim to it. The look on his mask, the red cybernetic casing he had chosen as his “face”, changed from intimidating to bewildered. Right before his eyes, enhanced by the faces he wore, the creature opened its mouth quietly and slowly. It had the precision of the humble chameleon as its tongue whipped out in a blur, the large sticky end pulverizing the bird in the back of its head and snatching it back into its mouth. Just like that. It was gone. Eaten. By fucking Yoshi.
The look on its face expressed absolute joy and decadence. It was a monster of insatiable cruelty. A foul beast that destroyed life and relished in its terrible deeds. It was beautiful. It swung its arms back and forth and stomped its feet to the tune of a song only it heard. No doubt the music of sinister demons appeased its senses. He would tame this monstrous denizen and use it in his crusade against all it stood for. This agent of misery would betray its kind in this lawless 'Verse.
Yoshimitsu was about to make his move. But he hesitated. The beast was doing something else. Its large eyes closed, straining it seemed as its fists clenched tight. It lifted its booted leg as it forced a blue speckled egg out. A comical popping sound emanating as the egg rolled behind the bipedal reptile. Absolutely awful. But he wanted to eat that egg. It contained his pheasant he had been thinking of devouring. Or maybe it contained another Yoshi? He could make a chariot led by dragons. You command a lot of respect when you roll in on a chariot with two dragons leading it. Or he could force it to eat and create more eggs and he'd have an endless legion of deformed mutant dragons. Bitches love deformed mutant dragons.
With a loose branch in his hand that he cut with the katana known as Fumaken, a replacement to Yoshimitsu that all leaders forged, he crept closer to the stomping creature. Once he hit his target vicinity, the warrior leapt out from his cover, using the whip-like cutting to strike the stupid beat across its snout. It reeled in shock and pain, the eyes getting surprisingly larger, short hands failing to reach the small red mark as it did a new dance. A dance of pain. “Bakemono!” He shouted with fury as he landed with grace, knees bent as he crouched low, bounding up once more with a push from his legs. It was a short hop to mount the red shell on the beast's back, taking his loose branch and shoving it into its opened, crying maw, Yoshimitsu had successfully bridled the animal.
His mount shook and stamped its feet. It swayed its head, trying to get the branch out of its mouth. As a champion of all that is good and right, Yoshimitsu held tight to the makeshift reins and kicked the hell out of the struggling monster with his heels. It came down to endurance and who was more stubborn, a fight Yoshimitsu determined he had already won. The Yoshi stood there panting, relenting to its new master and standing solidly.
With a click of his tongue and small tug of the reins, the Yoshi moved forward. Slowly. A good ol' smack from his saya sped the reptile up. Excellent. This wicked beast has turned from its evil ways and was now an ally of karma. At once Yoshimitsu accepted his new partner. To show his gratitude he initiated conversation with his strange companion, however he didn't know if the dragon didn't care or just didn't understand Japanese. When did the language barrier ever stop two friends from bonding though?