Post by hewhostandsalone on Nov 15, 2011 21:01:16 GMT -5
A foreign being strode quietly through the rubble on the outskirts of West City. He knew not why part of this city had been destroyed, for how long it had been such, or even who had done this much damage. Though he did not care why or how, he could guess that it was one of Freiza's elites. As for which one in particular he was uncertain. It annoyed him more and more that the longer he spent here the more and more he was becoming tied to this place. This wasn't his home, yet he was becoming attached. He racked his brain for reasons why, and the only thought that came to mind even remotely resembling an answer made him even more annoyed.
He could not deny the truth of it, though. He was, without a doubt, abandoned by his family. And in his race's culture being denied by your own blood was pretty much the same as being dead. He had no social or political weight whatsoever right now. The only way to reclaim any sort of power in his own home was to best his brother and father in combat to prove his might. Of course then there was the issue that his family had next to no voice politically to begin with. It was a hard fact that in Changeling society the strongest ruled. Right now the strongest was the Cold family. They had expanded the Changeling empire a great deal, and they crushed any resistance without error.
Gelid found himself looking at his kind from new perspectives now, though. If their power hungry ways continued they'd surely destroy themselves. He knew there were other families lying in wait for when the Cold empire faltered. Then they'd all go cutthroat on one another and the majority of powerful families would end up perishing. He was conflicted between wanting to preserve his race and wanting revenge on his father and brother.
This was all irrelevant at the moment because he had no means to leave the planet safely, though.
He could not deny the truth of it, though. He was, without a doubt, abandoned by his family. And in his race's culture being denied by your own blood was pretty much the same as being dead. He had no social or political weight whatsoever right now. The only way to reclaim any sort of power in his own home was to best his brother and father in combat to prove his might. Of course then there was the issue that his family had next to no voice politically to begin with. It was a hard fact that in Changeling society the strongest ruled. Right now the strongest was the Cold family. They had expanded the Changeling empire a great deal, and they crushed any resistance without error.
Gelid found himself looking at his kind from new perspectives now, though. If their power hungry ways continued they'd surely destroy themselves. He knew there were other families lying in wait for when the Cold empire faltered. Then they'd all go cutthroat on one another and the majority of powerful families would end up perishing. He was conflicted between wanting to preserve his race and wanting revenge on his father and brother.
This was all irrelevant at the moment because he had no means to leave the planet safely, though.