A Frozen Exile [OPEN] Jul 25, 2019 14:11:57 GMT -6
Post by Ochra on Jul 25, 2019 14:11:57 GMT -6
Ochra's PL: 109,841
The Glaciel Belt, a frozen wasteland, not too dissimilar to the Saiba Wastes on Vegeta. The only difference was while Saiba was a desert, the Glacial Belt was a frozen expanse of nothing. Harsh winds blew across the icy landscape, as if eternally telling outsiders that they were not welcome here. It made sense that such a cold, inhospitable planet would give rise to a powerful race like the Arcosians.
Through the howling of the wind, something pierced through the planet's icy atmosphere. It screeched through the air, before slamming straight into the ice, causing it to explode in shards, shaking the surrounding landscape. The thunderous crash echoed throughout the area, soon quickly absorbed by the roaring winds. For a few moments afterwards, everything was still, nothing moving within the large crater the space pod had made in its damaging entry.
Then, the door was forced open, and a single form pulled himself out. Almost immediately, the bitter chill tore at his skin, causing his muscles to tense up reflexively, and him to draw in a sharp gasp of breath. After a brief second, he adjusted to the bitter cold. This was colder than anything he had faced before, but he knew he would have to get used to it, or at the least, endure it. He glanced back at the pod, seeing the damage the entry had caused.
Well, I wont be needing it anymore anyway."[/b]
Ochra started to climb out of the crater. This was the last place he could be. He had tried everything on Namek, and it failed. He could feel it growing inside of him, his mind fighting to keep it down. It was only a matter of time before he gave out. It was best if he was somewhere far away from people when it finally happened. And if this barren wasteland claimed him before that happened, well, it was the best for everyone, wasn't it?
Without a destination in mind, he started to wander into the wasteland.