by The Kingpin » Thu Jan 29, 2009 4:15 pm
Bane walked onto land, his blackish brown skin glistening in the sunlight, the deep navy blue dorsal plates flashing randomly from the amount of locked up energy within him. he had changed. the plates going down his sides, lining the dorsal spikes, had grown, the area around his head extending to the point it could be said they turned into a hood, his neck resembling that of a Cobra's, though less spread out, a smooth oval outline forming along the jagged spikes. his head had changed drastically, it's shape now more saurian in appearance, his teeth having grown far beyond the size of normal Zilla teeth, and his claws having grown much larger, as had the spines near the tip of his tail. he had been watching events around the world for a long time. all he had seen had driven him into an insanity induced rage. while he had retained his cunning nature, nothing had kept his fury from blowing into an aimless bloodthirsty hunger to destroy. he currently didn't see any as his allies. most would be seen as enemies, and, perhaps, a lucky few were considered among the ones who wouldn't be attacked on sight. a low rumble came from the creature as his dorsal plates flashed, a spike in his rage resulting in a booming roar echoing for miles as the bright flash formed a sphere of blackish energy engulfing the entire island, before being absorbed inward, pulling everything on the island to it's center, the sphere reaching within an inch of Bane's sides before exploding outwards, the island utterly decimated from the blast, sea water rushing in to cover the island that had been reduced to a crater, steam coming up when sea water touched the island's ground, which was now practically molten. a low rattling, rumbling snarl came from the creature as he headed for the water, his pent up energy and rage needing an outlet, the black behemoth disappearing beneath the waves, extremely small shards of splintered wood floating on the water's surface, the outermost part of the blast radius simply destroyed instead of being vapourised like the rest of the blast's victims...
"Ah yes, organised chaos. the sign of a clever but ever-busy mind. To the perpetrator, a carefully woven web of belongings and intrigue, but to the bystander? Madness!"
–William Beckett, Lore of Leyuna RPG