Huawhenua Tatuhi's Ritual

Race -
BYOND Key: DragonFish
Character Name: Huawhenua Tuatahi (Primal Vegetable)
Race Applying For:Saiyan
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Topic: The moon shines in the night sky, what was your first transformation like? What Happened during and after it?


In the shadows a single figure sat upon the ground, with a Gadok's pelt wrapped about their shoulder. Everything was coming into alignment this night. He had followed the stars for the past decade, charting their movements for this night when they're aligned ever so perfectly it means but one thing. The moon, so rarely seen within the night sky of Plant. It was a rare occurrence, but it had at one point given his people the strength to topple their Tuffle overlords in battle or at-least that was the legend passed down. That was all ancient history, however his current efforts were focused on the here and now.

Plant being located in a populace sector of the galaxy, which was clearly true considering the ease of the Saiyans finding this world as well as the large number of space trash and visitors that usually hurdled to the Plants surface. It was one group of these alien visitors that was causing such difficulty now. A race of strange warriors had crash-landed near his tribe’s territory a few years back, plunging the neighboring tribe into war with the survivors. A war that has lasted for over two decades and claimed the lives of countless Saiyans both from his tribe, the Gadojin named after the fearsome Gadok, and their rivals the Badojin who at this point had either been killed or absorbed into the Godojin.

These aliens where strange beings, fanatical in their belief of something they called "Dee Wey" it was infuriating battling them for their very secretions if allowed to touch bare flesh would render most saiyans in writhing pain or even death. Despite this the battle had been kept at a stand-still for the past five years, thanks to the assistance of a Tuffle Chieftain which had rendered aid in the form of medical and weapon technology.  Huawhenua Tuatahi, great Shaman-Chief of the Gadojin was no fool however, he well knew that the Tuffle chieftain was simple hoping to keep the Saiyans in the game, so the aliens didn’t carve a path of destruction through her enclave of survivors.

Not that this mattered to Tuatahi, the Tuffle would get theirs soon enough, what mattered were the aliens that threatened his people with extinction. The shaman let out a small laugh, extinction the word meant nothing to a Saiyan for his kind could never die off. For when adversity afflicted them, rather than roll over and die like lesser races, they greeted it with glee knowing that with its arrival their own strength would increase to meet it. So, had it been when their own home world, now lost to the mists of time, was destroyed and they were forced to flee to planet Plant.  So, to would it be now against these foes.

Huawhenua Tuatahi merely needed the trump card for his people, a trump card that he had perfectly predicted the arrival of. Rising from the shadows with the clinking and clanging of jewelry made from bones and precious metals. From the shadows he was handed a bowl of reddish liquid, bringing this to his lips he would drink deeply knowing full well that the Gadok totem to his tribe would grant him the vision he needed to oversee the great ritual. With upraised hand he let out a bestial roar to his fellow tribesmen who answered with their own howls meeting his own. They began to work themselves into a fervor as Tuatahi lead a dance around the great fire that his elites circled, in the other sections of the jungle other warriors being lead by apprentice Shaman in the ritual.

As they’re combined chants echoed throughout the jungle they enemy aliens replied in kind with there own clicks and screeches. Swarming through the dense underbrush and low canopy shouting their own primitive war cries as they pushed their small bodies through the tough vegetation. They had gotten within sight of the bonfires when the moon came into orbit, sinking up with the apex of the ritual. At that moment all throughout the jungle a wild roar echoed.

Amid the glow of the fires the Saiyans bodies began to make a bestial change as their bodies began to expand, thick coarse hair ripping through their skin as their bodies re-aligned into an atavistic form not seen since the primordial origins of the Saiyan race. Their mouths re-aligned into great maws filled with fierce looking canids as their feet became prehensile. Eyes becoming blood red as the very vessels in them popped to the massive increase in blood inside the Saiyans new bodies. The massive brutes would normally have turned upon one another as quickly as their foes had they not all partaken during the ritual focusing their animalistic bloodlust towards their hated foes. Huawhenua Tuatahi let loose a half-mad laugh as he leads the charge against the impish aliens who had proved a never ceasing irritation for most of his life.