Point proven
This is a point against Walls of Text RP.
Hard to follow and too long to read
Dogato:
I has a question.
03:22I would like to see if anyone can give any ideas on a transformative post I have.
Riyoh:
Z Dragon: A lion, thats willing to challange you.
:)
Mchanga Fisi of the sands.:
Dogato: I'll do my best.
03:23Dogato:
raithian: VickyTheDragon: Xianyu: DrXeno: Niku Cobalt: Large post incoming, hope you don't mind.
RaidenRaijin braces himself for a wall of text
Dogato:
Okies
Mchanga Fisi of the sands. Accepts the wall of text with open arms.
Dogato:
So I used to be known as Dara
Dogato:
buuuut
03:24yeah
here it goes
Smiling, Dara stood up fully as the blood designs dyed into his glowing white fur start to shine a blinding gold. His fur rippling as though his skin was peeling off his ivory bones, sending a tear inducing wave of pain. Shaking violently as his stature changes drastically, subtle changes in bone structure pull it's skin taunt as Dara suddenly becomes fully taken over by his Daemon. It's skin tears asunder in two vertical rows in an explosion of black blood with a sickening rip, something metallic glimmers from underneath the blood. Muscles move and flow as blade like objects slide slowly from the tears, dripping more and more blood onto the earth in a slow syrup like flow, each droplet sizzling from the acids created by the blade like protrusions. It's arm fur slowly starts to turn silver in quality, as though it as a being was becoming a living metal. Each individual hair sharpened to a needle like point as the protrusions finally erupt outwards from the folds in it's skin, revealing two pairs of wings that were concealed for ages within his body. The wings were made from a living metal created over the years by absorbing minerals through blood that it was fed by animals and people alike, feebly concerned with Darakona's well-being they didn't even wonder where it all went. The traditional flow of mist escaped from it's mouth in a slow ebb, but unusually thicker and darker then usual as the smell of death, disease, rotting flesh and above all, malice drowned out all other senses. The smell showing that the Daemon finally had merged within Dara's spirit permanently, all that was left was for the physical changes to take place. Eyes glowed a Dark green, but unnoticeable to the inattentive being, gold runes circled around it's pupil, each one outlined with a deep maroon shadow. The metallic fur melded slowly into the pieces of armor it usually wore, with each piece red glowing veins throbbed along the surface as pure energy funneled into each strand of tissue within its body. Thusly creating a condensed energy charge, snapping arcs of lighting flowed from one part of its body to another. The black mist still poured from out of its mouth with each gasping breath, nerves being converted forcefully into metal, sending spikes of pain to the very core of it's body. If the pain really affected it, nothing showed except a leering gaze that darkened as moisture within the air condensates, but hangs in a thick haze whilst the black mist tainted the water droplets. Turning the whole valley into a black waste land that couldn't be escaped, It's visage slowly disappearing into the dark disorienting abyss that reeked of evil, "Little one, why do you fight? Why do you cry? Caught like a fly, within my web. Only to see red, soon you'll be dead!" Bright translucent cerulean lights sparkle around a shrouded tree, it's leaves reflecting the glow in a multifariousness of shocking quantities. Flicks of flame flitter around the being's clawed feet as the soil underneath it shifts and slides as something underneath becomes prominent, stones pushing away the sand in a steady miniature land slide, allowing for the starting of a door-like pass age to show itself. More blood spills from the being from the gaping tears that were healing at a slow rate upon its back, the black viscous liquid dripping onto the stones, which poured into small elaborate groves which decorated the door. Plumes of red fumes lit into flickers of flame as it breathed heavily, its throut burning from the inside whilst the heart within it begins to turn into a magmatic core of brimstone and sulfur. Soon searing flame-less heat erupts from its hardened maw in a jet that would melt flesh and turn bones into ashes, claws lengthen slowly, tearing open veins from the nails. Magma oozed slowly from slits on the hands, melting the remaining flesh before cooling into a metallic fur once more. "Oh...its so warm....so nice...Hahaheee!" The tone changing into a slightly maniacal trill. The Daemon possessed Darakona now stood an imposing 16 feet and 4 inches tall, almost 3 times taller then the normal man and weighing almost nine times an average male's weight. Aether flames flowed with such a fluid motion from the golden runes that it seemed more like that of an aura given off by a creature. The spiked fur slowly settled down against the metallic skin of the beast, but in such a fashion that it resembled an overly large medieval plate armor suit. The molten magma slowly flowed from open pore to harden into a secondary layer of arm that was comparable to the old saying "It fits like a second skin" Allowing quick and precise movements without decreasing the sheer strength and endurance of the being.
RaidenRaijin smells a mary sue
Dogato:
Mary sue?
o-O
03:25I need to reform and refine it.
RaidenRaijin:
Dogato: Bingo
Mchanga Fisi of the sands.:
Okay going to read it now.
Z Dragon:
seriously
Smuttymutt:
Dogato: holy shit
03:26RaidenRaijin:
Smuttymutt: ^
Smuttymutt:
new record for longest post ive seen on here
RaidenRaijin:
Smuttymutt: Really, I thought coon held that record
Dogato:
Oh, on dA I used to get kicked for Spar RP posts.
Like the chat wouldn't let me post them.
Smuttymutt:
RaidenRaijin: i dont get here alot
come*
Z Dragon:
please tell me thats not a entrance post
03:27Z Dragon:
e.e
Dogato:
Z Dragon: Naw, it is a transformative RP post that is used to illustrate a finite change in an OC>
OC*
When I decide to get bored and go metal monolith on them.
03:28RaidenRaijin:
Dogato: you would love Copper Coon, He builds walls of text too, LOL
Dogato:
RaidenRaijin: xD
Dogato:
Its been a while since I RPed last though.
03:29On average in H4WII chat on dA I would take on about 4-5 people due to size and my real life ability to keep track of every detail .
RaidenRaijin:
Dogato: you just proved my point about wall of text RP's
Dogato:
I believe only 3 out of 100+ people have beaten me before. And those that have are like, uber good.
RaidenRaijin:
Damit, he just even proves my point even more
03:30Dogato:
?
RaidenRaijin:
Dogato: I thank you for showing up in this chatroom
Dogato:
xD