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gazelessmenagerie · 1 month

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Princess Trunks.

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gazelessmenagerie · 7 days

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insaniaee Watch someone else get bullied for once >:(

" Hard to see anyone else with how often you shake those tail feathers. "

#insaniaee #|| Gazing over the Abyss of Stars { Broly }#( i can't get over the fact technically he falls under her simpage radar but they are just perpetually at each others throats asdf )

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gazelessmenagerie · 2 months

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Feels like he's been asleep for eons, caught between the realms of the waking and slumbering.

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gazelessmenagerie · 2 months

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A number of memories may slither to mind before they are dispelled, places he's visited and planets he's set foot on as he walks about this untamed land. Moving along on the breezes of the lornful terrain, he'd spy a village far into the distance.

He recalls the triple suns that beat down harsher than the single sun of this planet, the natives of that world were of a lower tiered planet but they welcomed both him and his father back in those days when the Brute had been small. Winding vines traversed across vast canyons and immense ravines, woven by the inhabitants through some form of power he wasn't aware of. They would sing to the immense roots of trees whose canopies stretched out like hands supporting the weight of scaly plates formed to protect from the intense rays of the suns.

Outcasted as he and his father were, those people offered them shelter and food to replenish themselves. The days blended into one another and most of it he can't recall than the songs he listened to and watched as those tendrils wove together to form bridges across the many gaps of the fractured land.

The fascination he held made him want to learn those songs but his father kept him close and away from the others. Hardly left alone, the keen eye of Paragus would see to it that his only son was well protected at that age. It would be told that it was for their own safety they keep low and have as little contact as possible aside from necessities. No one would care about the boy like his father did.

That was the law of this universe.

His eyes drifted to the sparkling water of a river further out, the sun setting the sky on fire with brilliant hues of orange and gold. The burning eye stared back at him and for a moment he smelled the acrid odor of smoke and fire setting the trees on fire. The leaves gave a metallic, harsh scent that made his lungs cough and the heat bit at the air like thousands of mouths with glistening maws wide open for the gnawing of anything they could set their fiery tongues upon.

It wouldn't be known what started it and for a while he pondered on what could've happened. Why had the fire been set loose on that area, spreading like a plague and severing the ties that bound one side to another. Ashes fell, shouting clamored outside.

Strong brows came a slow summit, the melody of those voices that had captivated him twisted into curdling screams once his father went out.

Learning the language spoken, he knew the reason why they came and it burned a hole into his heart from that day.

He could easily destroy that village now if he wanted to.. decimate their population to zero. Annihilate everything they ever came to know or hold dear. It'd all be gone in a flash of fire and for a moment he would've happily let loose a charged attack straight into the heart of it.

It was what they deserved to cast them out like vermin..

He stood at the peak of that mountain, wind howling back at him as the dark plume of his hair whipped around and the last rays of light smothered out one by one. The gleaming sight of his fangs could be seen as his mouth twisted to a sneering visage. The pinpricks of his eyes glowered with a vehemence at the thought of those worthless worms thinking they could take the heads of the last two Saiyans. It didn't matter if they once greeted with their welcoming melodies and shared their food with the two once a crowd had gathered at the behest of the ruling leaders. Whatever sparse bridges that had been built between were burned just the same as those roots once they ignited into an inferno.

The smell of blood was potent once it began, sharp cries and thundering howls. Oh if he had the power then as he had now, they'd never stand a damned chance in hell! He wouldn't have to resort to using damned rocks to crush in a skull or bite off flesh with his fangs. The sight of their blood on his hands, it churned something inside somewhere but the memory faded away shortly to the visage of green fields surrounded by those flowers from another place. The acrid stench drifted towards the sweetness of orange peels left out to dry in the sun and the wind collected into the thick mane of his hair.

Food left out for him and him alone only to be returned empty for the next day.

He didn't know when his arm had risen with an immense amount of energy concentrated to a pinpoint but he held the stance as the last embers of fire died to the calming resonance of nightfall. Tinges of green and blue faded to the west as the stars above began to dot into existence from their short slumbers. Green light illuminated his figure atop the mountain, held with a steady stream before it slowly dimmed with the clench of his fist extinguishing.

Another day..

. another day..

He had the damn choice to choose which day obliteration would come for that vlilage.

It was by his own hand he would decimate it but not yet.

Perhaps tomorrow, perhaps a week.

He, alone, decided that.

Darkness of the night, the fresh air he was deprived of for years filled his lungs. Children of the moon came out with their melodies and songs, scouring and scavenging as they are wont to do for the sake of surviving another night.

Still... that meadow kept repeating into his head, calming that savage heart as he thought on Mirin before it began to twist into the beating organ like a tightly clutched knife..

Eating away at him like a volatile poison leeching into his gut.

Thunder brought rain but no rain will ever follow a storm like him to replenish the land.

Shaking his head, he dispelled the cloying feeling and buried it deep into the furthest recesses of his mind to forget about it.

What damned use it is to think on things that didn't matter?!

All he was doing was wasting time and he needed to hunt for the night before the larger and more dangerous game escaped his grasp.

Get his damned thoughts straight and focus on the hunt.

#|| Gazing over the Abyss of Stars { Broly }#|| Drabble: { Broly }#( not my better works but it gets the job done cause damn this bastard's thoughts are all over the place. )#( and for a reason. hence why it just feels choppy and jagged. or at least that's what I'm trying to play around with )#( asldfj getting something written down for today is better than nothing~ )

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gazelessmenagerie · 2 months

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