Post by Yoroshu on Jan 16, 2019 23:59:43 GMT -5
BLOODY SANDS
Our story begins roughly twenty four years ago, the protagonist? An infant, lost in the harsh, unforgiving Diablo Deserts. Orphaned and abandoned by his parents, left to die. A glimmer of hope appears in the form of two wayward bandits, Na, and Cho.
The baby shrieked and cried, almost completely naked save for a pair of ratty diapers. He cried and cried, to no end, and to no avail. Time stacked on, it seemed the baby was to die, eventually, his endless cries of displeasure were heard by none other than the vicious wolves who populated the Diablo Deserts. A pack of them appeared in the distance, following the incessant yelling of the orphaned infant. They cornered the baby. Saliva dripping form their fang-bared mouths. They growled, drawing ever-closer to the baby. It seemed that he would end up sustenance for the predators who found him first. Or would he? Just as they were about to sink their teeth into the infant, they turned their ears to the sound of a blade being drawn from its scabbard. Two men, one was shorter than the other, he was heavy-set, he had kind eyes, and a long, grey-blackish beard. He wore a tank-top and a bandanna tied 'round his neck, he had baggy pants and long boots. The other was taller, and of average build. He had a scabbard wrapped around his torso, it was empty, as its blade had been drawn. This one had armbands that covered the length of his forearm, he had baggy orange pants, same as his compatriot. The sword was beautiful, shiny, obviously kept in good condition by its owner.
The wolves snapped and growled. The heftier one got into a fighting stance, the taller one focused his blade. The baby curled up into a ball as he heard the sounds of punches being thrown, swords being swung... animals being slain. The baby looked for a moment before turning his head back. The taller one sheathed his sword, and nodded at the heftier one. He ran over to the baby, and picked him up, rubbing his forehead. "Yoroshu." He said, the baby stopped crying, and smiled, despite the distress.
Twelve years had passed since that day. Yoroshu sat atop the humble abode he lived in, he came to know the bandits whom had saved him as Na and Cho The heavier one was Cho, and the taller, Na. He had dinosaur meat in one hand, and binoculars in the other. He looked inside, a wide smirk grew on his face. "Dads! Passengers." He leaped down from the roof, and ran in the house, giddy with excitement. Na was in the kitchen, Cho was in the living room, delightfully sipping a cup of coffee. They turned at Yoroshu. Cho put down his mug. "Well, isn't that fantastic news. Do like we taught you Yoroshu, you can do it." He said, reclining back in his chair, Na and Cho were in their later years, they had been bandits all their lives, and they were living vicariously through Yoroshu. But, they always wanted something more for him, they just didn't know how to do it.
Nonetheless, Yoroshu was fine with being a bandit, he knew nothing else after all. He nodded his head with excitement. He ran out the door, they had recently given Yoroshu a book on ki control for his twelfth birthday roughly two months ago, he'd read the book at least thirty times and counting. Yoroshu had hair that reached his back, four bangs, happy eyes that spoke of a carefree youth. He wore a vest with the kanji for "Wolf" on it, he had an empty knapsack, and a sheathe holding his bo-staff. Na and Cho called him their little Wolf, due to how vicious a fighter he was despite his age. The giddy child ran towards the passengers, a man and a women, he had rehearsed this day time and time again.
They were lost, but Yoroshu had just found what he was looking for. Once he was in striking distance they began to speak, specifically the man. "Excuse me, little boy wha-" his words were cut short when Yoroshu leaped in the air and crashed his elbow down onto the man's temple, knocking him out, or worse. The woman shrieked. He pulled his bo-staff which was kept in a sheathe of sorts, and slammed it against the woman's kneecaps. He placed his foot on the unconscious man's head for an intimidation factor as he pointed the staff at her head. "I'll take everything ya got, thanks!" The crying woman pulled off her purse and emptied her pockets, all while trembling. Yoroshu grabbed all he could and filled his knapsack and pockets with all it could hold.
"Thank you!" He yelled, an innocent smile on his face, he raised his bo staff in the air and bonked the woman in the temple with it. He poked and prodded her with the staff to make sure she was alive, before going back on his merry little way. "Kūruurufu" He called, soon, a tiny little wolf with a bandanna tied around it's neck, and custom-fit sunglasses on its head appeared, he had a bone on his mouth, he walked on hind legs as well. He gently laid the bone at Yoroshu's feet. "Yo, yo, Yoro. What do I see here? Oh, did you do that?" The wolf asked. he was about Yoroshu's age in wolf years, but he was more powerful than him. Yoroshu nodded happily. His staff used as a cane of sorts. "Woah-ho-ho. First blood, nice! You need a ride?" Kūruurufu inquired.
"Yup, yup!" Said the little boy, climbing on the wolf who'd gotten on all fours. Yoroshu sheathed the bo staff as he took a relaxing ride back to his quiet little home. He was accustomed to the deserts, they were the only home he had ever known. And his interaction with other people was awfully limited. And lawful encounters were almost non-existent. But he never knew any better and wouldn't for years to come. Yoroshu's first interaction with wolves was less than great, but Kūruurufu was the only friend besides Na and Cho he'd ever known.
They arrived at their humble little home, Yoroshu hopped off of Kūruurufu. "Thank you, Kūru!" The wolf rose to his hind legs, "Any time!" Na and Cho walked out the house. "Kūruurufu!?" Na said, hugging the wolf, who proceeded to lick the man. Cho would kneel to Yoroshu. "So, how'd it go my little Wolf." Yoroshu giggled. He took off the knapsack and revealed its contents, and he patted his pockets. Cho motioned for Yoroshu to follow him inside. Kūruurufu was also inside. Cho dumped the contents on the table as all the family members took a seat. Cho started describing what had been looted.
"Lipstick." "Some gum... wrappers." "A phone." "A couple capsules." Cho shrugged. "Great job for your first time. Anyway, let's eat." Kūruurufu's ears perked up. Everybody laughed.
But on other sides, things were not as jovial, a rival gang of Yoroshu's had begun forming their plan to wipe Na, Cho, and Kūruurufu off the map, and onto Otherworld. But it still needed time, which was luckily, something they could afford. The Azoskshi gang had a plan that would come to fruition, in due time.
Another twelve years had passed, Yoroshu was 24 years of age. He was ready to hang up the bandit towel, and focus on becoming a martial artist. To become the greatest warrior the world, nay, the galaxy, had ever seen. Yoroshu woke up, he pulled the covers out of his way as he got up from his bed. He sat on the side of his bed. "Today's the day, woo!" He got up and stretched, he put on a t-shirt and shorts, and walked downstairs. Kūruurufu was right outside his room and stopped him before he could, his face lit up with joy when he saw him. "Yo, Yo, Yoro. Guess what Na and Cho made for you?" Yoroshu's was confused, but still eager to see what they had made for him. Kūruurufu motioned for Yoroshu to follow him, he raced downstairs, while Yoroshu followed at a normal pace. Yoroshu was taller now, he had a more muscular build, and shorter hair. Na and Cho were also in their later years. They were finally ready to let Yoroshu make something of himself.
Cho greeted Yoroshu. "Good Mornin' my little Wolf. Come, come. Look what we made ya!" Na came from his room with a yellow martial arts gi with the kanji for wolf on the front right side. It had trousers of matching color, and a black obi. Yoroshu started laughing. Kūruurufu frowned. "Hey! Where's mine at?" Na and Cho smirked. They had also made him one, it was the same in design as Yoroshu's. Yoroshu had been rigorously training for the past twelve years to the point where Kūruurufu couldn't keep up, he was still the second strongest in their house though. Kūruurufu was going to leave with Yoroshu, but he wanted to stay with Na and Cho to keep them company.
Yoroshu was sad he had to say goodbye to his best friend, sad he had to say goodbye to all of them. But he promised to come visit. Yoroshu walked out the door. "Goodbye, Dads, I'll miss you. And you too Kūru!" He waved, as he ascended into the air, there was a small tourney going on in the city, he planned to make it there. Hours passed as Yoroshu flew, and flew. But, he came to a halt mid fight, he felt a twinge, he had learned how to sense ki. And, something didn't feel right. He searched for Na's, for Cho's and for Kūruurufu's... nothing. He burst with a sapphire aura and flew back as fast as he could, pushing himself to the absolute limit.
The skies darkened, rain poured, which was an absolute rarity in the deserts. Yoroshu's gi was soaked,d he was drenched in sweat. He descended to the grounds. He rushed toward their charred home. Just outside of it was the beaten, stabbed, and mangled corpse of Na. there was blood on the walls, bits and pieces of Kūruurufu's gi was on the floor. Inside the house laid Cho's corpse, it was impaled. But it looked like Na and Kūruurufu went down with a fight, he rushed back outside, there were raider corpses. He pulled one up by the collar, he noticed the insignia. Azoskshi. He couldn't control his anger. He began shuddering, tears began pouring from his eyes like water from his eyes like water from a waterfall. Finally, he let out his anger with a scream that pierced the night, his aura burst into shape. He could still sense several weak energy signatures. They were too weak for him to sense from a distance, but he could sense them, which meant they were close. Naturally, he followed them, his aura making a violent trail. He spotted them, the raiders. He slowly descended. Still twitching in utter rage. He was absolutely livid.
They turned. Some had guns, swords, knives. One or two could even use ki. That didn't matter, he didn't care. He wanted revenge. He wanted blood. The bullets bounced off him. He slowly walked towards them, some tried to flee, hopeless. He flickered away, and then reappeared in front of one, striking him in the face so hard his jaw broke and his neck snapped. He turned to his back. Shooting a beam that vaporized three others. The remaining four tried to flee. He flickered away, and reappeared in front of them, one tried to shank him, he caught his wrist, and crushed it, the bandit screamed. He pulled the bandit towards him with enough force to dislocate his arm, and elbowed the bandit in the face, the bandit had a large elbow gash on his forehead and dropped to the ground. He lunged at another one, kneeing them in the gut. He slapped another one, snapping its neck.
He grabbed the final one by the collar.
"Why? Answer me. WHY?!" The bandit couldn't talk he was so scared. Yoroshu didn't care he'd gotten his revenge. He released his grip for a moment, allowing the bandit to drop, he caught him by the neck and crushed his throat, and threw him to the ground, Yoroshu's vengeful aura dissipated. His face stained with tears, rain, sweat and blood. Yoroshu walked back to the charred house. There was one thing left from Kūruurufu. His obi. Unlike Yoroshu's, it was red. He wrapped it around his head. By dawn Yoroshu was gone, solemnly flying from the deserts. Days turned into nights, nights turned into days. But he arrived at the tournament. He made his way to the sparring area, he had made a new technique, dubbing it the Wolf Bash. He saw a burly Saiyan, the perfect opportunity to test it on someone.
WC: 2183
Our story begins roughly twenty four years ago, the protagonist? An infant, lost in the harsh, unforgiving Diablo Deserts. Orphaned and abandoned by his parents, left to die. A glimmer of hope appears in the form of two wayward bandits, Na, and Cho.
The baby shrieked and cried, almost completely naked save for a pair of ratty diapers. He cried and cried, to no end, and to no avail. Time stacked on, it seemed the baby was to die, eventually, his endless cries of displeasure were heard by none other than the vicious wolves who populated the Diablo Deserts. A pack of them appeared in the distance, following the incessant yelling of the orphaned infant. They cornered the baby. Saliva dripping form their fang-bared mouths. They growled, drawing ever-closer to the baby. It seemed that he would end up sustenance for the predators who found him first. Or would he? Just as they were about to sink their teeth into the infant, they turned their ears to the sound of a blade being drawn from its scabbard. Two men, one was shorter than the other, he was heavy-set, he had kind eyes, and a long, grey-blackish beard. He wore a tank-top and a bandanna tied 'round his neck, he had baggy pants and long boots. The other was taller, and of average build. He had a scabbard wrapped around his torso, it was empty, as its blade had been drawn. This one had armbands that covered the length of his forearm, he had baggy orange pants, same as his compatriot. The sword was beautiful, shiny, obviously kept in good condition by its owner.
The wolves snapped and growled. The heftier one got into a fighting stance, the taller one focused his blade. The baby curled up into a ball as he heard the sounds of punches being thrown, swords being swung... animals being slain. The baby looked for a moment before turning his head back. The taller one sheathed his sword, and nodded at the heftier one. He ran over to the baby, and picked him up, rubbing his forehead. "Yoroshu." He said, the baby stopped crying, and smiled, despite the distress.
Twelve years had passed since that day. Yoroshu sat atop the humble abode he lived in, he came to know the bandits whom had saved him as Na and Cho The heavier one was Cho, and the taller, Na. He had dinosaur meat in one hand, and binoculars in the other. He looked inside, a wide smirk grew on his face. "Dads! Passengers." He leaped down from the roof, and ran in the house, giddy with excitement. Na was in the kitchen, Cho was in the living room, delightfully sipping a cup of coffee. They turned at Yoroshu. Cho put down his mug. "Well, isn't that fantastic news. Do like we taught you Yoroshu, you can do it." He said, reclining back in his chair, Na and Cho were in their later years, they had been bandits all their lives, and they were living vicariously through Yoroshu. But, they always wanted something more for him, they just didn't know how to do it.
Nonetheless, Yoroshu was fine with being a bandit, he knew nothing else after all. He nodded his head with excitement. He ran out the door, they had recently given Yoroshu a book on ki control for his twelfth birthday roughly two months ago, he'd read the book at least thirty times and counting. Yoroshu had hair that reached his back, four bangs, happy eyes that spoke of a carefree youth. He wore a vest with the kanji for "Wolf" on it, he had an empty knapsack, and a sheathe holding his bo-staff. Na and Cho called him their little Wolf, due to how vicious a fighter he was despite his age. The giddy child ran towards the passengers, a man and a women, he had rehearsed this day time and time again.
They were lost, but Yoroshu had just found what he was looking for. Once he was in striking distance they began to speak, specifically the man. "Excuse me, little boy wha-" his words were cut short when Yoroshu leaped in the air and crashed his elbow down onto the man's temple, knocking him out, or worse. The woman shrieked. He pulled his bo-staff which was kept in a sheathe of sorts, and slammed it against the woman's kneecaps. He placed his foot on the unconscious man's head for an intimidation factor as he pointed the staff at her head. "I'll take everything ya got, thanks!" The crying woman pulled off her purse and emptied her pockets, all while trembling. Yoroshu grabbed all he could and filled his knapsack and pockets with all it could hold.
"Thank you!" He yelled, an innocent smile on his face, he raised his bo staff in the air and bonked the woman in the temple with it. He poked and prodded her with the staff to make sure she was alive, before going back on his merry little way. "Kūruurufu" He called, soon, a tiny little wolf with a bandanna tied around it's neck, and custom-fit sunglasses on its head appeared, he had a bone on his mouth, he walked on hind legs as well. He gently laid the bone at Yoroshu's feet. "Yo, yo, Yoro. What do I see here? Oh, did you do that?" The wolf asked. he was about Yoroshu's age in wolf years, but he was more powerful than him. Yoroshu nodded happily. His staff used as a cane of sorts. "Woah-ho-ho. First blood, nice! You need a ride?" Kūruurufu inquired.
"Yup, yup!" Said the little boy, climbing on the wolf who'd gotten on all fours. Yoroshu sheathed the bo staff as he took a relaxing ride back to his quiet little home. He was accustomed to the deserts, they were the only home he had ever known. And his interaction with other people was awfully limited. And lawful encounters were almost non-existent. But he never knew any better and wouldn't for years to come. Yoroshu's first interaction with wolves was less than great, but Kūruurufu was the only friend besides Na and Cho he'd ever known.
They arrived at their humble little home, Yoroshu hopped off of Kūruurufu. "Thank you, Kūru!" The wolf rose to his hind legs, "Any time!" Na and Cho walked out the house. "Kūruurufu!?" Na said, hugging the wolf, who proceeded to lick the man. Cho would kneel to Yoroshu. "So, how'd it go my little Wolf." Yoroshu giggled. He took off the knapsack and revealed its contents, and he patted his pockets. Cho motioned for Yoroshu to follow him inside. Kūruurufu was also inside. Cho dumped the contents on the table as all the family members took a seat. Cho started describing what had been looted.
"Lipstick." "Some gum... wrappers." "A phone." "A couple capsules." Cho shrugged. "Great job for your first time. Anyway, let's eat." Kūruurufu's ears perked up. Everybody laughed.
But on other sides, things were not as jovial, a rival gang of Yoroshu's had begun forming their plan to wipe Na, Cho, and Kūruurufu off the map, and onto Otherworld. But it still needed time, which was luckily, something they could afford. The Azoskshi gang had a plan that would come to fruition, in due time.
Another twelve years had passed, Yoroshu was 24 years of age. He was ready to hang up the bandit towel, and focus on becoming a martial artist. To become the greatest warrior the world, nay, the galaxy, had ever seen. Yoroshu woke up, he pulled the covers out of his way as he got up from his bed. He sat on the side of his bed. "Today's the day, woo!" He got up and stretched, he put on a t-shirt and shorts, and walked downstairs. Kūruurufu was right outside his room and stopped him before he could, his face lit up with joy when he saw him. "Yo, Yo, Yoro. Guess what Na and Cho made for you?" Yoroshu's was confused, but still eager to see what they had made for him. Kūruurufu motioned for Yoroshu to follow him, he raced downstairs, while Yoroshu followed at a normal pace. Yoroshu was taller now, he had a more muscular build, and shorter hair. Na and Cho were also in their later years. They were finally ready to let Yoroshu make something of himself.
Cho greeted Yoroshu. "Good Mornin' my little Wolf. Come, come. Look what we made ya!" Na came from his room with a yellow martial arts gi with the kanji for wolf on the front right side. It had trousers of matching color, and a black obi. Yoroshu started laughing. Kūruurufu frowned. "Hey! Where's mine at?" Na and Cho smirked. They had also made him one, it was the same in design as Yoroshu's. Yoroshu had been rigorously training for the past twelve years to the point where Kūruurufu couldn't keep up, he was still the second strongest in their house though. Kūruurufu was going to leave with Yoroshu, but he wanted to stay with Na and Cho to keep them company.
Yoroshu was sad he had to say goodbye to his best friend, sad he had to say goodbye to all of them. But he promised to come visit. Yoroshu walked out the door. "Goodbye, Dads, I'll miss you. And you too Kūru!" He waved, as he ascended into the air, there was a small tourney going on in the city, he planned to make it there. Hours passed as Yoroshu flew, and flew. But, he came to a halt mid fight, he felt a twinge, he had learned how to sense ki. And, something didn't feel right. He searched for Na's, for Cho's and for Kūruurufu's... nothing. He burst with a sapphire aura and flew back as fast as he could, pushing himself to the absolute limit.
The skies darkened, rain poured, which was an absolute rarity in the deserts. Yoroshu's gi was soaked,d he was drenched in sweat. He descended to the grounds. He rushed toward their charred home. Just outside of it was the beaten, stabbed, and mangled corpse of Na. there was blood on the walls, bits and pieces of Kūruurufu's gi was on the floor. Inside the house laid Cho's corpse, it was impaled. But it looked like Na and Kūruurufu went down with a fight, he rushed back outside, there were raider corpses. He pulled one up by the collar, he noticed the insignia. Azoskshi. He couldn't control his anger. He began shuddering, tears began pouring from his eyes like water from his eyes like water from a waterfall. Finally, he let out his anger with a scream that pierced the night, his aura burst into shape. He could still sense several weak energy signatures. They were too weak for him to sense from a distance, but he could sense them, which meant they were close. Naturally, he followed them, his aura making a violent trail. He spotted them, the raiders. He slowly descended. Still twitching in utter rage. He was absolutely livid.
They turned. Some had guns, swords, knives. One or two could even use ki. That didn't matter, he didn't care. He wanted revenge. He wanted blood. The bullets bounced off him. He slowly walked towards them, some tried to flee, hopeless. He flickered away, and then reappeared in front of one, striking him in the face so hard his jaw broke and his neck snapped. He turned to his back. Shooting a beam that vaporized three others. The remaining four tried to flee. He flickered away, and reappeared in front of them, one tried to shank him, he caught his wrist, and crushed it, the bandit screamed. He pulled the bandit towards him with enough force to dislocate his arm, and elbowed the bandit in the face, the bandit had a large elbow gash on his forehead and dropped to the ground. He lunged at another one, kneeing them in the gut. He slapped another one, snapping its neck.
He grabbed the final one by the collar.
"Why? Answer me. WHY?!" The bandit couldn't talk he was so scared. Yoroshu didn't care he'd gotten his revenge. He released his grip for a moment, allowing the bandit to drop, he caught him by the neck and crushed his throat, and threw him to the ground, Yoroshu's vengeful aura dissipated. His face stained with tears, rain, sweat and blood. Yoroshu walked back to the charred house. There was one thing left from Kūruurufu. His obi. Unlike Yoroshu's, it was red. He wrapped it around his head. By dawn Yoroshu was gone, solemnly flying from the deserts. Days turned into nights, nights turned into days. But he arrived at the tournament. He made his way to the sparring area, he had made a new technique, dubbing it the Wolf Bash. He saw a burly Saiyan, the perfect opportunity to test it on someone.
WC: 2183