Post by Xion Zeros on Apr 4, 2013 3:01:06 GMT -5
"My fiery aura beamed to what appeared to be a list of names
written audaciously and distinctly in shimmering black texts. Those fighters
will be brave enough to step foot into the ring and battle to the teeth,
ripping out flesh and bones to achieve victory. All to gain attention to
millions of such straightforwardly dumbfounded spectators.
This list gave me a feeling that I had never felt before after
my rebirth. The names revealed on this list. Names familiar to my vocabulary.
The reaction to this list?
Fulfillment. That’s how I felt. No smirk could ever be this
impious over the match I have tonight.
After weeks, I’m finally battling against the Dove. Each
second in Hell could ever be this wonderful. I don’t know who to thank, but I
can finally send that bird to my creator where he should be. Maybe then he
wouldn’t be such an aggravation to my head, my mind, and my spirit.
But there’s an obstacle standing in my way of this objective.
In fact, Many. These putas also standing in the ring! They are a mere distraction
to who my main objective will be before the bell rings. All of their egos stuck
into their bile asses, and blowing them away so much that the smoke they leave
behind is hard to walk away from. Their mouths are of such an insult and
annoyance to me.
Arrghh, shit! My blood is already boiling over how my
opportunity with the Dove could be ruined if these punks mediate the conflict.
Unfortunately, a new ally would have to be involved in this
personal battle against the Dove. A bird who has flown his own wings in life,
and proceeds to becomes self-sufficient. For this I do admire him for that. He
isn’t controlled like a machine to such traitorous gods, or a bird that has to
venture with a group. Even a flock could treat one of their own families like
shit. Nonetheless, how this bird competes is rather insignificant to me. I’m
sure that he grasps who the dart is directed towards.
But I guess in order to make the Dove suffer, others must be incinerated in the process."
written audaciously and distinctly in shimmering black texts. Those fighters
will be brave enough to step foot into the ring and battle to the teeth,
ripping out flesh and bones to achieve victory. All to gain attention to
millions of such straightforwardly dumbfounded spectators.
This list gave me a feeling that I had never felt before after
my rebirth. The names revealed on this list. Names familiar to my vocabulary.
The reaction to this list?
Fulfillment. That’s how I felt. No smirk could ever be this
impious over the match I have tonight.
After weeks, I’m finally battling against the Dove. Each
second in Hell could ever be this wonderful. I don’t know who to thank, but I
can finally send that bird to my creator where he should be. Maybe then he
wouldn’t be such an aggravation to my head, my mind, and my spirit.
But there’s an obstacle standing in my way of this objective.
In fact, Many. These putas also standing in the ring! They are a mere distraction
to who my main objective will be before the bell rings. All of their egos stuck
into their bile asses, and blowing them away so much that the smoke they leave
behind is hard to walk away from. Their mouths are of such an insult and
annoyance to me.
Arrghh, shit! My blood is already boiling over how my
opportunity with the Dove could be ruined if these punks mediate the conflict.
Unfortunately, a new ally would have to be involved in this
personal battle against the Dove. A bird who has flown his own wings in life,
and proceeds to becomes self-sufficient. For this I do admire him for that. He
isn’t controlled like a machine to such traitorous gods, or a bird that has to
venture with a group. Even a flock could treat one of their own families like
shit. Nonetheless, how this bird competes is rather insignificant to me. I’m
sure that he grasps who the dart is directed towards.
But I guess in order to make the Dove suffer, others must be incinerated in the process."
