𝙲 𝙾 𝙽 𝚂 𝚄 𝙼 𝙴

[lordmcro]

scngoku‌:

Goku should have seen an attack coming, and he expected there to be a full on fight ahead of them for however long it would take. What he didn’t expect was to find himself suddenly completely put on hold, as though something invisible had gripped around the front of his fist, and ceased the momentum with that simple gesture from the horned-creature. His teeth gritted hard together, trying to yank himself away, or to counter the move in some fashion. Though all thought of that slipped away the second he felt fire-hot sensations bubbling right under his skin, and the slow melting of his muscles was so visibly seen. He witnessed his arm losing all of it’s physical attributes, bulk and healthy flesh flattening at an unsettling quickness. Sheer horror danced across his face at the realization of this unknowing disfigurement, and he was finally allowed to take a step back as the pressure released from his shaking, bony limb. The scream that tore from his throat was unlike any he’s ever had in the past, for not even broken limbs could compare to what this was.    “AAAAAaaAAAAaAAAaaaaAAAAAAhhHHHHHHH!!!!!” He couldn’t form a sentence, or a clear thought, his mind completely going into overdrive with shock, as it’s never had an injury as severe as this before… Nothing that wasn’t prolonged, that is. He’s been blasted through the chest, which was admittedly god-awful with pain, punched in places that would hurt for days, but usually those would be so instant and resolved in some way; Either through death, or by the aide of a healing sensu bean. No, he was quite alive, and still caught up in screaming about it. | @lordmcro​ |

The screams of the living had always heralded a great meal for Moro. He could not have been happier, then, hearing the warrior’s cries of agony. He had managed not only to impress upon the Saiyan the level of power that he faced, but to instill in him a fear that would not be easily shed.

“What’s the matter, Goku? Have you faced no greater pain before? Or is it the sight that offends you, yes...look at how easily your strength is sapped. How muscle has given way to only skin and bone. See how useless that strength is, for once you lose it, you’re left with nothing." Step by step he drew closer as he spoke, the fabric of his cloak dragging over the grass below with an unpleasant scratch. 

“My power was so great that even the Gods could not contain it forever. I could do this to the rest of your body, and send you back to the others, as a warning.” His macabre smile flashed at Goku, even through the darkness surrounding them.

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[prissnukem]

[lordmcro]

scngoku‌:

Goku stood there, listening to him go on and on, and wondering if he made a mistake in even bringing up the challenge; For it would definitely be a challenge to face against this guy. The way he was being looked at now, and the mentioning of being tasted sent shivers through his body. He took a frigid step back, having this same awful feeling in his gut that was similar to whenever someone else would make such strange comments towards him.    “I’m…” He didn’t even know how to respond to that, except a vicious sense of defensiveness built up inside him the second he hesitated, feeling like he needed to be extremely on guard. “I’m not anyone’s meal! You’re not going to get anything but my fist, Moro!” Without thinking, he rushed forward, sick of all this talk and unwanted feelings. He thrust out his arm, intending to square off with the other, in a flurry of fists and kicks. | @lordmcro​ |

What objectively appeared as something quite threatening flying towards the hunched figure, was precisely the best thing he could have asked for. An example to be made, for these insects to finally understand who exactly they were dealing with. He knew their type: brutish and headstrong. The word ‘magic’, to them, was but a joke. 

Moro’s hand flew forward, as though intending to catch Goku’s fist. Instead, he simply stopped it. Rather, he had frozen the Saiyan mid-action, curling his own bulky digits into a fist. As he did, the outstretched arm of the Saiyan took on a rather grotesque appearance. The once muscular limb seemed to atrophy in a matter of seconds, sagging flesh hanging heavy from the sharp angles of the bone beneath. All the while, he said nothing, only laughed with a sickening glee at the sight of his work.

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[lordmcro]

scngoku‌:

Goku instantly turned to face the one he had been searching for, and felt a cold scrape of talons running phantom-touches along his spine the moment he locked eyes with the other. It was almost instantaneous, the same feeling of dread and misery was wrenching through his emotions, and he made a fist to try and combat these feelings.    “Moro!… Just hand yourself over. Unless you’re done slinking about, and perhaps you’re wanting to fight.” Even at the suggestion, the Saiyan was (for once) regretting his intense urges into always wanting to go toe-to-toe with another, much stronger foe. Though, he was entirely unsure if this being was even stronger than himself, or Vegeta, but he couldn’t shake this awful sensation creeping up to his neck. This guy simply didn’t feel right, and he noted that it wasn’t anything like God energy, or anybody else’s for that matter. The reality of it was made more clear the closer he was to the other, and he felt entirely on edge, the reality that he just might be dealing with something he can’t handle. Yet, he wasn’t about to give up so easily, never. | @lordmcro​ |

“Hmph...why are the young always so foolish?” His voice rasped through those terrible teeth, the very ones which had ground up so many innocent lives like nothing more than a cow chewing cud. He flashed them in some semblance of a smile, fixing his gaze on Goku from beneath furrowed brows. 

“It isn’t that I want to fight, but of course if I need to defend myself, I will do just that. Besides...” His tongue slid out, running over this shriveled skin of his lips. “A meal such as yourself would provide me with plenty of power. Ahh...I can already taste it...” He looked at the Saiyan now with an expression lacking an ounce of empathy. The man before him was nothing but sustenance, food for a power that would become all the more terrible. The destruction he would be able to cause with it, how quickly his strength would grow...

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[lordmcro]

scngoku‌:

Goku had gone off after the other, knowing Vegeta needed the rest and would take care of the Namekians in their escape from the world. He wasn’t about to let this guy leave, and it took him a long while to even get a feel for the other’s disturbing presence. He hated how it made his insides churn and twist into several knots, as though he were surrounded by the purest form of death. It felt like he were up to his knees in blood, a sensation worse than even the likes of Kid Buu’s energy. The stench of blood was in his nostrils, though there was nothing around, and he had to force himself to ignore the games being played on his mind. All of this was gathered from just trying to sense the other’s power, and he couldn’t find him for hours after their first encounter with the individual.   I didn’t even get a chance to fight. I don’t even know what he’s like… Goku paused in his search, standing by the shade of a few trees, finding the nighttime here was almost as peaceful as during the day. It would have brought him calm, were it not for the threat he knew had to be around. “Moro… Just where are you?!” He cursed under his breath, not wanting to seek out that awful chi again, if only for a few more minutes. There needed to be time to clear his thoughts, if he could manage it. | @lordmcro​ |

He had felt it once more, the unpleasantness of another’s prying. His thoughts at those times seem to be obscured by static, and something loomed over him, like a shadow cast by nothing. Always, Moro responded not with his own consciousness, but with the residual energy of those he had brought death to. Their cries would cut through the air, shrill and suffering, a warning to anyone who dared to turn their sights on him.

This time, of course, there was no question of whose chi he felt. Goku, he knew little but the name now, yet it was clear that he was in a vastly different league from those puny galactic patrol officers. A threat, to be sure, but Moro also saw the man as having a great potential. Ideally, he would have bided his time until his strength returned, but it seemed he wasn’t going to get that luxury. Slowly, then, he emerged from the pitch black of a small cavern and trudged over the muddy earth towards the Saiyan. The bulk of his tattered cape gave him an uncanny silhouette, made all the more intimidating by the two large horns protruding from above each ear.

     “You must seek death, to come willingly to me.”

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[lordmcro]

To sense his energy was something horrific in itself. It was not bright like a flare, nor strong and resounding like the sound of a gong. There was life to it, sure, but it carried with it a definite tinge of decay. Like a pulsing mass of maggots feasting on the flesh of a corpse, it writhed and twitched, feeding on the death of planets and populations that had been gnashed at by his own teeth. And still, he craved more. To sense life, to feel the pinpricks of each individual mass of energy, was not so different from a wolf catching wind of a hare. Saliva ran thick in his mouth, anticipating what would serve to swell the mass that was his already bloated and ever-growing power.

Not far off, he felt his next meal. They were so many lively little morsels, rushing around in their ignorant bliss. Each one would be drained of their lives, left as nothing more than flesh clinging to their bony frames. He landed in shadow, planning to emerge at nightfall. In this weakened state, he wished to take no chances, especially with those galactic fools ever on his tail.

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