Post by Shina'Kara on Nov 27, 2016 8:09:46 GMT -5
Dice: 3d26
Power Level: 500
Exp: 100
Power Level: 500
Exp: 100
There were few things more rewarding to an arguably-young saiyaness than relaxing in a room, cool from its placement deep within the ground, and reading from tomes so old you could practically taste the passage of time from its musty pages.
Clad in the armor of her kind, the one known as “Shina’Kara” rested against a pile of cloth and used saiyan gear. With a swift inhale her face turned sour, a worrisome essence grasped at her features. Her brown amber eyes crept to their corners as the woman addressed the smell. On second thought, maybe the musty pages weren’t the only thing she was smelling just moments ago. The book that sat on her lap closed with a mighty ‘thud’, its ancient pages spewing more dust than she bargained for. A bit of coughing and a dust-warding tail’s struggle soon followed, but within moments the woman found herself standing up and tucking the tome under her arms.
Looking over to her left, the saiyaness splayed her hand outwards, a gentle breeze caressing a set of white sticks, snuffing out the orange glow that rested on its tips. Candles out, she made her way to the door. It was heavy, wooden, and only a cool ring-like metal served as a knob. With a tug, the woman revealed the set of stone flights. Dusty, too. Her boots scratched at the ascension of every step. Soon the woman barged atop the stairs, having come into a primal kitchen of sorts; crudely fashioned knives, stone furniture, and only a set of furs that served as drapes.
Into those drapes, Shina dove; through the window flew the vaulting saiyan, who landed out in the open sun, flinching at the fierceness of its light.
The daylight wasn’t ever her friend; ever since she returned from the Other World the saiyaness found that there wasn’t much that had changed from her old life.
Maybe that was for the best, after all. Into the air, rose the bookworm. Having finished with her text, she naturally found herself in search of something new to devour — be it physical and fleshy, or less literal and more literary.