The Legend of the Neophalie
Copyright- Copyright- Dragonabll Z and its characters in no way at all belong to me in any sence of the word. Suiceene and most of the characters in this are mine though and can only be used in others works if I am asked first.
I watched as the arm raised and then struck downwards. Side-stepping as the club tore through the air beside me I smashed my fist into his gut. A shudder shook the large frame as he gasped for air. Pausing for a second, I grabbed hold of his leg and pulled it making him fall on his back. One swift movement later my tail was jammed against his throat, the sharp point millimetres from cutting him open. I eyed his dirty body with distaste. By now I hated the taste of Himock flesh, I had had it for all my life so far. But food was still food and I needed flesh to survive. With a slight movement I ripped through his throat and as he started to writhe I sank my teeth into his neck. A little while later I was disturbed from my meal. I looked up to see Thyloch, and then with a growl I returned to my meal. As usual he was dressed up in his finery, broadcasting to everyone that saw him that he was the leader. Not that anyone here didn't know him. In all there were only thirty-two Sayains and countless numbers of Himocks. Other than that there were little intelligent life. To the south of the planet were great forests but there were only forest dweller's there. The hunting was better on that side of the planet but Thyloch liked me to be close at all times, not because of the Himocks who were nomads with little intelligence, only just mastered the use of weapons, but in case someone should come from space. I had forced myself to tolerate him but it was a strain. There was no one warrior among them, not one! We were a famed warrior race and yet all that were left of those famed warriors were these runts. All were obsessed by books and magic, not one could fight with me. "Feeding yourself again I can see. We need you." What he meant was he wanted me for manual labour. The planet Thyloch had landed on had no buildings and as far back as I could remember they had wanted me to help move things. At first Thyloch had only made me do little jobs concerned about me missing my training. But after observing that I always made sure I trained he had made me do more and more. I hated this kind of labour, it meant I had less time to train and I disliked obeying people. I was a warrior not a labourer and I longed for a fight. A real fight, against an opponent who could kill me. But more than anything I longed to get my paws on the Changelings. I longed to sink my teeth into them and make them feel the pain I lived through every day.
Thyloch surveyed the valley before him. Already the city was beginning to form; there were a scattering of houses, and of course the temple sitting in the middle in all its glory. Glory was perhaps maybe a strong word, though but it was still the only stone building. Surrounding the city were a number of farms, which were tended to by the Himocks. Thyloch smiled to himself. It hadn't taken long to turn most of them into slaves; Suiceene had still been a baby at that point. She had been a strange child and almost six years on she still was. There had never been a tear, a moan or any of the normal sounds, which accompany a child. He watched her now as she hefted large boulder and carried it over to where they were extending the temple. She was barely the size of his waist, with normal proportions and limbs except that instead of hands or feet she had animal paws rather like those of a cat. She also had a long tail, which ended in a wickedly pointed end. The tail it self was the same thickness as one of her arms. Her face was normal except for her dark green eyes, which even chilled Thyloch's blood when she stared at him. There was an animal rage inside them with also a hint of madness. Her hair was dark black cascading down past her shoulders, which matched the shorts and T-shirt she always wore. In contrast her skin was a pale green. In all she stood out from everyone else on the planet but she seemed to prefer that. From an early age she had kept to herself, training, eating and sleeping alone. At age two Thyloch had been shocked to find her reading the book of the Neophalie's. She had been born with the ability to read, and not only in Sayain but also in the Ancient Sayain language in which the book was composed, a tongue Thyloch had to struggle to understand. Watching her move the boulders Thyloch could see clearly that she was far beyond them in power. He knew that she wanted to go out and fight for herself, get revenge on the Changelings. A part of him also longed for the day that she defeated them, when so much power would fall to him. Maybe not ultimate power but enough power that he might rule over a couple of solar systems. Much more than this miserable planet. And he would have it. The Neophalie's of the past were killing machines their power growing after each fight and after each of their campaigns the Sayains had ruled most of the Universe. And so it would happen again. But another part of him didn't want her to leave too early. She was powerful but her power was not as large of even some of the warriors on Vegeta. If she was killed too early, everything would be ruined. He couldn't call another one and he would die on this forsaken pit of a planet.
It was a week later than the raiders landed. The planet was known to them as an easy place to rest and eat. It was about midday that their ships were first spotted, high in the sky like circling birds of prey. It was too late to run and hide- the valley was too flat to offer any kind of hiding place any way. They had Suiceene anyway to protect them. High up in the sky the raiders stared down in surprise at the settle down in the valley. The leader of the clan, the Sepanch, eyed the magnified images on the computer screen. A smile crossed his lips. "Its seems they are just a solitary settlement, not kind of defence that I can see. Perhaps those animals are developing or perhaps there are some other sweet pickings. Volgar take a squad down and see what you can get." His large subordinate turned toward the door a look of anticipation on his face. "But remember Volgar, save some of the bounty for me!"
Seven small vehicles shot from the hatch and started to descend toward the valley floor. They were long bikes shaped like blades; many even had blades adorning their vehicles. Volgar leaned forward in his bike as they neared the ground. The largest building seemed to be toward the centre of the settlement. Volgar revved his bike and shot forward rising over the wooden buildings. There seemed to be no one about. As he landed his bike he glanced around him, not a soul anywhere. They must be all hiding inside the large stone building. He grinned as he removed a large blade from his bike and slipped it into his belt. He didn't expect much resistance but even so. The sight of a blade generally made people comply. After walking up to the door he aimed a kick at it and it swung open. As he and his men filed through the door they noticed that the room was large and circular. They also noticed through the gloom a single solitary figure standing in the centre of the room. Volgar felt his muscles tense for a moment before he noticed her diminutive stature and realised that she must she must be some kind of scapegoat designed to delay them while the others escaped. He motioned to three of his men to go back to the bikes and scan the area. He and the others moved forward looking round the room. One moved toward the figure in the centre of the room. He turned his head to look at something else when he noticed a quick movement. By the time he turned his man was bent double clutching his stomach. As he watched the girl smashed her knee into his face and he fell back on his back.
I felt more alive than I had in a long time, my blood was pumping quicker, and my senses felt heightened. I heard the step near me and I ducked beneath the blow swinging another claw forward grazing my opponent's chest. I followed this with a kick into his knee and another swinging kick into his lowered face. I prepared to strike forward with my tail when suddenly something smashed into me. As I fell back I saw the glint of metal, and was just able to roll out of the strike. Rising to my feet I was suddenly hit to my knee's as something hit into my head with force. As I tried to rise again I was kicked in the chest and propelled into a wall. As I sank to the ground my right ribs felt like they had been cracked. Gritting my teeth I forced myself to rise to my feet. Two of them were still on the ground, the other two were coming toward me. Suddenly one broke into a run, head down, shoulders first. Techniques appeared in my head out of nowhere and I followed them immediately. Bending down at the last moment I threw myself at his knee sending him falling forward. As I rose to my feet I just managed to raise my arm and block a knife thrust. As we broke apart I noticed it had cut open a section of shoulder. He started to strike forward faster and faster and I was just able to duck and dodge beneath his blows. Suddenly something cracked into the back of my head and I fell forward. Rough hands grabbed me, pulling me to my feet, pinning my arms behind my back. As I glared through a dark haze I saw the leader approach me holding the bloody knife in one hand. In one slash he cut open a large gash across my chest. I swallowed the scream and instead used my energy to stab my tail into the guy who was holding me. As he released me I tore my tail out from his back and smashed my fists into his gut. Turning rapidly round him, I missed the knife blow. I then inserted my paws into the wound of the guy I had stabbed and pulled, ripping open his back. As he fell forward I launched myself forward toward the leader, panting with bloodlust. I struck wildly at him, striking again and again. Some got through but most were blocked. He counterattacked suddenly, hitting me back and then stabbing his blade deep into my shoulder. Screaming with rage I tore forward into him striking again and again, cutting, slashing. I felt something snap inside me and new power flooded through my veins. I continued to strike faster and faster, until my arms were little more than blurs. When I finally regained myself their leader was lying against a wall, his chest ripped open and the contents displayed all over the walls and the floor. I turned, anger, rage and hunger driving me forward for more prey. The two others were getting to their feet. I flew toward the nearest striking as soon as I was in range. He fell back on his back and in a second I was sitting astride his chest. After a couple seconds I tore his head from his shoulder and launched it at the fourth man who was running toward the door. It cracked against his skull, making him fall to his knees. He just managed to reach the door when I stabbed my tail between his shoulder blades. As he sank to his knee's I saw the other two on their bikes turn upwards into the sky. I felt the energy inside me and almost instinctively I raised my paw up towards them. I felt the energy flow along my arm and I released it all in a huge blast toward the two bikes. For a second they were engulfed in green fire. Then two explosions rang out. Suddenly I felt my knee's give out and I sank down on them. My energy was fading fast. Leaning against one of the door I looked down on my bloodstained body. This was what being a Neophalie was all about.
Please leave your comments and reviews. That chapter was a little more gorey than the last.I hope you enjoyed it but if you didn't please tell me.
Copyright- Copyright- Dragonabll Z and its characters in no way at all belong to me in any sence of the word. Suiceene and most of the characters in this are mine though and can only be used in others works if I am asked first.
I watched as the arm raised and then struck downwards. Side-stepping as the club tore through the air beside me I smashed my fist into his gut. A shudder shook the large frame as he gasped for air. Pausing for a second, I grabbed hold of his leg and pulled it making him fall on his back. One swift movement later my tail was jammed against his throat, the sharp point millimetres from cutting him open. I eyed his dirty body with distaste. By now I hated the taste of Himock flesh, I had had it for all my life so far. But food was still food and I needed flesh to survive. With a slight movement I ripped through his throat and as he started to writhe I sank my teeth into his neck. A little while later I was disturbed from my meal. I looked up to see Thyloch, and then with a growl I returned to my meal. As usual he was dressed up in his finery, broadcasting to everyone that saw him that he was the leader. Not that anyone here didn't know him. In all there were only thirty-two Sayains and countless numbers of Himocks. Other than that there were little intelligent life. To the south of the planet were great forests but there were only forest dweller's there. The hunting was better on that side of the planet but Thyloch liked me to be close at all times, not because of the Himocks who were nomads with little intelligence, only just mastered the use of weapons, but in case someone should come from space. I had forced myself to tolerate him but it was a strain. There was no one warrior among them, not one! We were a famed warrior race and yet all that were left of those famed warriors were these runts. All were obsessed by books and magic, not one could fight with me. "Feeding yourself again I can see. We need you." What he meant was he wanted me for manual labour. The planet Thyloch had landed on had no buildings and as far back as I could remember they had wanted me to help move things. At first Thyloch had only made me do little jobs concerned about me missing my training. But after observing that I always made sure I trained he had made me do more and more. I hated this kind of labour, it meant I had less time to train and I disliked obeying people. I was a warrior not a labourer and I longed for a fight. A real fight, against an opponent who could kill me. But more than anything I longed to get my paws on the Changelings. I longed to sink my teeth into them and make them feel the pain I lived through every day.
Thyloch surveyed the valley before him. Already the city was beginning to form; there were a scattering of houses, and of course the temple sitting in the middle in all its glory. Glory was perhaps maybe a strong word, though but it was still the only stone building. Surrounding the city were a number of farms, which were tended to by the Himocks. Thyloch smiled to himself. It hadn't taken long to turn most of them into slaves; Suiceene had still been a baby at that point. She had been a strange child and almost six years on she still was. There had never been a tear, a moan or any of the normal sounds, which accompany a child. He watched her now as she hefted large boulder and carried it over to where they were extending the temple. She was barely the size of his waist, with normal proportions and limbs except that instead of hands or feet she had animal paws rather like those of a cat. She also had a long tail, which ended in a wickedly pointed end. The tail it self was the same thickness as one of her arms. Her face was normal except for her dark green eyes, which even chilled Thyloch's blood when she stared at him. There was an animal rage inside them with also a hint of madness. Her hair was dark black cascading down past her shoulders, which matched the shorts and T-shirt she always wore. In contrast her skin was a pale green. In all she stood out from everyone else on the planet but she seemed to prefer that. From an early age she had kept to herself, training, eating and sleeping alone. At age two Thyloch had been shocked to find her reading the book of the Neophalie's. She had been born with the ability to read, and not only in Sayain but also in the Ancient Sayain language in which the book was composed, a tongue Thyloch had to struggle to understand. Watching her move the boulders Thyloch could see clearly that she was far beyond them in power. He knew that she wanted to go out and fight for herself, get revenge on the Changelings. A part of him also longed for the day that she defeated them, when so much power would fall to him. Maybe not ultimate power but enough power that he might rule over a couple of solar systems. Much more than this miserable planet. And he would have it. The Neophalie's of the past were killing machines their power growing after each fight and after each of their campaigns the Sayains had ruled most of the Universe. And so it would happen again. But another part of him didn't want her to leave too early. She was powerful but her power was not as large of even some of the warriors on Vegeta. If she was killed too early, everything would be ruined. He couldn't call another one and he would die on this forsaken pit of a planet.
It was a week later than the raiders landed. The planet was known to them as an easy place to rest and eat. It was about midday that their ships were first spotted, high in the sky like circling birds of prey. It was too late to run and hide- the valley was too flat to offer any kind of hiding place any way. They had Suiceene anyway to protect them. High up in the sky the raiders stared down in surprise at the settle down in the valley. The leader of the clan, the Sepanch, eyed the magnified images on the computer screen. A smile crossed his lips. "Its seems they are just a solitary settlement, not kind of defence that I can see. Perhaps those animals are developing or perhaps there are some other sweet pickings. Volgar take a squad down and see what you can get." His large subordinate turned toward the door a look of anticipation on his face. "But remember Volgar, save some of the bounty for me!"
Seven small vehicles shot from the hatch and started to descend toward the valley floor. They were long bikes shaped like blades; many even had blades adorning their vehicles. Volgar leaned forward in his bike as they neared the ground. The largest building seemed to be toward the centre of the settlement. Volgar revved his bike and shot forward rising over the wooden buildings. There seemed to be no one about. As he landed his bike he glanced around him, not a soul anywhere. They must be all hiding inside the large stone building. He grinned as he removed a large blade from his bike and slipped it into his belt. He didn't expect much resistance but even so. The sight of a blade generally made people comply. After walking up to the door he aimed a kick at it and it swung open. As he and his men filed through the door they noticed that the room was large and circular. They also noticed through the gloom a single solitary figure standing in the centre of the room. Volgar felt his muscles tense for a moment before he noticed her diminutive stature and realised that she must she must be some kind of scapegoat designed to delay them while the others escaped. He motioned to three of his men to go back to the bikes and scan the area. He and the others moved forward looking round the room. One moved toward the figure in the centre of the room. He turned his head to look at something else when he noticed a quick movement. By the time he turned his man was bent double clutching his stomach. As he watched the girl smashed her knee into his face and he fell back on his back.
I felt more alive than I had in a long time, my blood was pumping quicker, and my senses felt heightened. I heard the step near me and I ducked beneath the blow swinging another claw forward grazing my opponent's chest. I followed this with a kick into his knee and another swinging kick into his lowered face. I prepared to strike forward with my tail when suddenly something smashed into me. As I fell back I saw the glint of metal, and was just able to roll out of the strike. Rising to my feet I was suddenly hit to my knee's as something hit into my head with force. As I tried to rise again I was kicked in the chest and propelled into a wall. As I sank to the ground my right ribs felt like they had been cracked. Gritting my teeth I forced myself to rise to my feet. Two of them were still on the ground, the other two were coming toward me. Suddenly one broke into a run, head down, shoulders first. Techniques appeared in my head out of nowhere and I followed them immediately. Bending down at the last moment I threw myself at his knee sending him falling forward. As I rose to my feet I just managed to raise my arm and block a knife thrust. As we broke apart I noticed it had cut open a section of shoulder. He started to strike forward faster and faster and I was just able to duck and dodge beneath his blows. Suddenly something cracked into the back of my head and I fell forward. Rough hands grabbed me, pulling me to my feet, pinning my arms behind my back. As I glared through a dark haze I saw the leader approach me holding the bloody knife in one hand. In one slash he cut open a large gash across my chest. I swallowed the scream and instead used my energy to stab my tail into the guy who was holding me. As he released me I tore my tail out from his back and smashed my fists into his gut. Turning rapidly round him, I missed the knife blow. I then inserted my paws into the wound of the guy I had stabbed and pulled, ripping open his back. As he fell forward I launched myself forward toward the leader, panting with bloodlust. I struck wildly at him, striking again and again. Some got through but most were blocked. He counterattacked suddenly, hitting me back and then stabbing his blade deep into my shoulder. Screaming with rage I tore forward into him striking again and again, cutting, slashing. I felt something snap inside me and new power flooded through my veins. I continued to strike faster and faster, until my arms were little more than blurs. When I finally regained myself their leader was lying against a wall, his chest ripped open and the contents displayed all over the walls and the floor. I turned, anger, rage and hunger driving me forward for more prey. The two others were getting to their feet. I flew toward the nearest striking as soon as I was in range. He fell back on his back and in a second I was sitting astride his chest. After a couple seconds I tore his head from his shoulder and launched it at the fourth man who was running toward the door. It cracked against his skull, making him fall to his knees. He just managed to reach the door when I stabbed my tail between his shoulder blades. As he sank to his knee's I saw the other two on their bikes turn upwards into the sky. I felt the energy inside me and almost instinctively I raised my paw up towards them. I felt the energy flow along my arm and I released it all in a huge blast toward the two bikes. For a second they were engulfed in green fire. Then two explosions rang out. Suddenly I felt my knee's give out and I sank down on them. My energy was fading fast. Leaning against one of the door I looked down on my bloodstained body. This was what being a Neophalie was all about.
Please leave your comments and reviews. That chapter was a little more gorey than the last.I hope you enjoyed it but if you didn't please tell me.