Battle Under A Three-Eyed Sky Jun 29, 2019 13:28:18 GMT -6
Post by Shura on Jun 29, 2019 13:28:18 GMT -6
Shura soared through the skies of the dragon world, looking for someone to fight.
A full day had passed since she'd first set foot in this realm. So Shura thought, anyway. You wouldn't know it from the waxing and waning of daylight, though. With three suns in the sky, it hardly ever seemed to get dark here. Shura didn't know how to mark the passing of time by watching the rotation of the suns. There had been little to distinguish night from day in the wastes. But she had slept once, in the hollow of a sheer cliff face, and had felt hunger two or three times. Fortunately, food was plentiful in this verdant territory of the planet, and the mighty beasts who lumbered through the jungle were vicious enough to be entertaining before they inevitably became food. You couldn't ask for much more.
Yes, this world had a lot to offer Shura, but mostly it seemed to offer distractions. She'd stopped mid-air in shock the first time she flew over a clear emerald lake, and had flown down to inspect it. The water here felt and tasted different. It sparkled gently on the tongue as it slipped down her gullet, as if she were drinking green moonlight; nothing like the foul water from the rare springs that bubbled up noisomely from the abyss below the demon wastes. Shura had lingered overlong by the lakeside, long enough to present a target to the hulking predator that awaited in the depths.
Suffice it to say, the crabs on this planet tasted better too.
But she'd come here with a purpose. Since climbing through the rift and emerging on Namek, she hadn't encountered any being that seemed intelligent enough to ask for directions, or preferably one she could wring them out of. Shura had glimpsed some sort of blemish on the horizon that she took to be a city. Someone there might be able to steer her in the direction of the dragon sages. But more than that, Shura felt an overwhelming need to hurt something, and another dumb animal wasn't going to cut it.
The last fight she'd had, the last proper fight, had been at the threshold of the Cave of Wings. Some pompous fiend with too high an idea of himself had barred her way, proclaiming himself the Guardian of the Dread Portal. He'd demanded to know the name of his challenger, only to fly into a fit of fury when she told him. By that point, even the scurrying creatures that lurked beneath the badland scree had heard how the Three Demon Sages of Broken Moon Mountain had met their demise, as well as the name borne by their slayer.
Sacrilegious fool! the Guardian had snarled, unfurling his iridescent wings. As you have not the wit to understand your sin, shall I not then eat thy brains?
Shura's grin as she recalled what followed was downright obscene. Yes, that had been a good fight, and when she cracked open the Guardian's skull-plate and chewed down on his grey matter, it was all the more satisfying for her opponent's boast. But the need for violence was strong in her again, and it would have to be indulged.
As if in answer to her wish, something snagged the corner of her eye. A figure traversing the landscape below, no bigger than a mote of dust. Yet even from this distance it seemed sapient, not bestial. Shura steered her trajectory downwards automatically, without an instant of indecision. Either it was someone she could shake down for information on this strange world and its mysterious sages, who may or may not hold the key to the riddle of her existence, or it was someone to fight. Either way, it was a win-win.
Shura didn't bother to slow down as she descended to earth. She plowed feet-first into the ground, mere yards from the lone figure, scoring a small crater in the plain and kicking up a shower of soil and stone. She turned slowly to face the stranger; she was a wild apparition in the settling dust, a beast with three eyes and a red tongue that lolled from a fanged mouth. Slowly she unfolded a single finger, extending it in accusation and challenge.
"You," she growled. "Where were will I find the dragon sages of this world? Am I going to have to beat the information out of you?" Shura grinned wolfishly, revealing every single one of her cruel fangs. "I really hope I'll have to."