Post by necromancer on Oct 27, 2012 21:51:47 GMT -6
Character Name: Kaori Haruka Lee
Nickname: Kaori, K, Ri
Age: Twenty - Two
Gender: Female
Grade: Teacher
Subject: Latin III. Latin IV. Public Speaking.
Race: Demon
Play-by: Namie Amuro
Appearance:
Emotionless - Many people are known to experience emotions in vibrant and special ways. They experience them on a day to day basis from the cruelest of deeds to the happiest of moments. Kaori isn't like that. She can feel emotions but not to the extent of other beings. They are faint, these emotions. Barely brushing her heart and mind with their tendrils. She knows them, understands them but sometimes she believes herself ignorant. The only emotions that she can truly experience with a blinding experience is rage and protectiveness. Don't ask why because Kaori is clueless. The best way to see emotion in Kaori is to be in her Public Speaking class, where she uses them to speak and show them how to be strong in this ability.
Intelligence - Kaori might be cold, frigid and such but she is wise. Even though she is young, and may seem foolish to many, their is age in those calculating eyes of hers. Her form might be that of a young woman, but her eyes, her mind, her soul is that of a aged warrior. She is no whimpering fool who is easily shoved around or outsmarted. Her intelligence and wit is strong enough so that she gets out of hard situations. This intelligence in her is used to bring down opponents by calculating their weakness and what they can and cannot do. Her brain is capable of many things and she uses it on a regular basis. She does not let her brain cells die by not using them, but explores and tries to use every inch of her brain every day. She wields her intelligence with a sharpness that will draw the blood of her opponents.
Loyalty - Kaori is very loyal. Once she trusts you, she will never betray you. Being a demon, some think bad of her. They listen to bedtime stories meant to scare child. They don't see who Kaori really is. Once she befriends you, she won't ever turn her back on you. When you art hurt, she will be the first one there to make sure your alright. The first one to avenge you and protect you from the darkest of fiends. Yet this deep loyalty comes at a price. For when she trusts someone, her guard drops down. This loyalty makes her vulnerable. Don't treat it as a small thing, because if you break her loyalty and trust once....you won't ever get it back.
Protective - Due to her demon blood, Kaori is very protective of angels. It doesn't matter who the angel is, she will rush to defend them. So if you are thinking of putting a angel in danger, just make sure you really want a pissed off demon on your ass. She won't hesitate to kick it here to Sunday and back. She will stomp someone to the ground for even the littlest perceived threat and scar for the smallest insult. Better watch out fellow boys and girls.
Trust - Kaori does not trust easily. After the mental and physical she went through at the hand of her parents ad family, she learned the reality of the world. The truth that you cannot trust anyone but yourself. This keeps her from reaching out to others. Keeps her from befriending those who try to be nice and kind. She has no time for cuddling close and laughing over some small joke. Kaori keeps everyone at a distance. Pretending to put some faith in them but in truth, always looking out for herself and having a plan b. It makes it hard to get to know her, but if you try really hard there is a part of Kaori that wants to trust. You just have to dig a little bit.
Warrior - From a young age, Kaori became a warrior. Her childish nature, the one that made you a light spirit and can laugh, was brutally ripped from her grasp. At a young age, Kaori learned that reality was a harsh world that only the strong survived. So, instead of being the carefree soul that many had when they were a young age, she left it behind. She learned to fight, to defend herself when those dark beings came calling to try and destroy her soul and the strength that she had built up over time. She used her strength to bring down those who tried to kill her, to make her their mindless slave. She became a steel sword that no one could touch emotionally, mentally, or physically without dire consequences. She made herself a untouchable so that nothing fazed her and nothing could bring her down.
Cold - Kaori is cold. Not the emotionless cold that you believe. Just....cold. She is not the same as many other supernaturals or humans. They can be warm, their words nice and soothing to your ears. Kaori is not like that. She has built a wall around herself so that you only feel a frigid touch of ice when you try to communicate with her. Her eyes are dead, filled with nothing but a arctic frigid expression that is calculating. When you look into her eyes, it appears that she is sizing you up and seeing your whole life before dismissing you as nothing but a pile of crap. Her lyrics, those few syllables that manage to escape her lips, are filled naught with emotion but a coldness that sinks into your heart and causes you to shiver and step back in instant fear. Her tone shuts down talk with the barest effort upon her part. Her coldness gives you the feeling, the concept that she thinks you are below her notice...below her very being. This iciness is biting and makes you want to step back before you never get warm again. [ This part of my character is seen during times of great distress, when she is angered, or when her mind is trying to protect her. Almost like a split personality. ]
Deceptive - Kaori is deceptive. She may appear to be lazy, but really she is all sleek muscle waiting to pounce. She might appear to be sleeping, but the muscles in her body are tense, legs ready to shove her from the terrain so she can use her strength to end your pathetic life or punish you severely. You might think her pretty face makes her weak and fragile, but when she throws and makes you fall onto your back, who will be the last one standing? She will. Kaori uses a mask of weakness to get others to underestimate her. She will use all of her physical attributes to get others to think herself weaker then she truly is. A warrior is disguise. Someone who appears to be easy to kick around, but whose spirit and spine is that of steel.
Merciless - When it comes to a fight, be it physical or mental, Kaori will not back down. Once she fights, she is committed until she or her opponent is either dead, dying or unable to keep on fighting. She will not bring mercy down upon her opponent if they go to far with her. Steal from her and she will cut you down. Disgrace her and you will feel her wrath. Kaori does not dally, does not play foolish little jokes. When you play with one such as she, you will be burned. Kaori has no times to play with simpering fools that cannot hold their own against her. If you challenge her, know that if your foolish you will end up wounded mentally and/or physically to what she thinks you deserve. Be it child, elder or one of her age. She has no mercy and no time for idiotic beings.
Silence - Ah, beautiful silence that does not hide the sounds of reality. Kaori is known for her silence. For the endless time she can go without uttering one word. Now, she does of course speaking during her classes. Letting free the latin words that curl into the air. Why would she speak a language that is not her language none could ever understand. When Kaori is alone or away from her responsibilities, her mouth rarely opens. Rarely allows her smokey tone to dance in the wind and fill the ears of others. It is not solely for the reason of disliking someone it is just who Kaori is. She has never been one to express herself in the way of speech. Insanity some think it is that Kaori teaches Public Speaking but know this : When Kaori speaks, people tend to listen. Just because she chooses not to doesn't mean she doesn't know how. She does and quite wonderfully too.[/ul][/justify][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]History:
Your Age: 16
Other Characters:
Nickname: Kaori, K, Ri
Age: Twenty - Two
Gender: Female
Grade: Teacher
Subject: Latin III. Latin IV. Public Speaking.
Race: Demon
Play-by: Namie Amuro
Appearance:
[/blockquote]Personality:At the first glance, Kaori seems so innocent. From the top to the bottom, ever inch of her seems so innocent. What hides behind this image is something no one would have predicted....
Kaori has long locks of a rich golden auburn that falls around her face, curls gently against her shoulders before ending around mid-back. Each strand is silken soft and carries the scent of fresh strawberries dipped into the finest and richest chocolate. Her face is heart-shaped, with a more angular chin but it does not affect the flawlessness of her skin. Her skin is a pale hue of honey brown with no acne or other skin disease to mar its features. Smooth and soft to the touch, if she allows you that. Slim, pale auburn eyebrows rise gently over oval eyes. Windows of the soul that are the purest of whiskey hue with the faintest of brown and ruby flecks. Her nose is almost button in shape, twitching from side to side when she is agitated. Full lips usually tilt up into a small, neither cruel nor nice. When she bites them, the faint pink hue turns a deep cherry and glistens with saliva. Tempting no?
Kaori is very petite. As delicate as a twig to some people when they glance at her. She only stands five foot two inches, all of which is lethally trained muscle but who can see it? Her arms are long and slim, showing no sign of the strength they hold. Fingers are graceful, tipped with perfectly manicured nails. Her shoulders are slim, holding up a neck that is neither too tall or too short. Her body has only the faintest traces of fat. Stomach flat with showing hints of abs but not too much that it would disgust one. Small hips flow outward, bones pressing delicately against the flesh cover. Long legs make up most of her small height. Muscles in the thigh area and slimming down for the rest. Delicate feet usually walks on the knolls, giving her a edge against a surprise attack. She can never be too cautious now can she?
Kaori has multiple piercings and jewelry that she keeps on her body. Starting with piercings, her numerous ones sometimes make people worry that they can be used against her. She has two cartilage piercings in her left ear and one on her right. Diamond studs for the right and small silver hoops for the left. She has her ears pierced twice, the top piercing filled with a stud and the lower filled with hoops. Her tongue is the next in line, pierced with a small ruby that gleams against the fleshy pink appendage. Further down we go to the stomach. Her stomach is pierced once, with a diamond on the top and the bottom piece curls before ending in a chain which a heart hangs. Upon her fingers are a couple of rings, two of silver on the left and one of gold on the right. Her neck carries a necklace from generations past that she lets not a person touch in fear they try to take it. On her ankle is a slim and delicate bracelet that she cherishes.
Onward to the tattoos is which we go. Just because she is so small and delicate does not mean Kaori does not have tattoos. The first of them is upon her back. It is that of four scratch marks, under her right shoulder in thick black ink. She doesn't have a reason why she has the tattoo but she values it. The next tattoo is on her ankle, a tribal dragon that curls around the delicate bones. Her third tattoo is that of a blue rose, freshly blooming. Detailed to the smallest of dewdrops on the petals. Vines curl around into and dip down to areas which only the mind can picture. Her last tattoo is on her lower back, hidden mostly from view. Tribal wings spread over a heart weeping blood.
Onto the last thing of Kaori is what most people first notice. She is not perfect, not like some people think. Upon her face, faint but still noticeable is three long scars. From a attack by a feline shifter that held some grudge against this demon. They curve around her right eye, dipping low enough to touch the side of her lip. She does not ever explain how they happened to anyone and when she is asked, Kaori reacts violently. The second scar runs diagonally across her stomach. It is long and pale against her stomach, something someone can see without a problem. From a jagged knee of her opponent, she almost spilled her guts on that fateful night. The third scar is a knotted mass of burn marks across her left thigh. She was burned without remorse. It was long ago so the scars are faded but she still remembers the incident. The last set of marks are upon her back. Whip markings from her parents when she did not what they wanted.
Due to her demon blood, Kaori has wings. They are not your normal pair of wings. One would expect possibly black feathers or black fleshy wings. Kaori has neither of things. Some would say Kaori's wings look like that of a dragon. Her wings are thicker bones that are hallow that rise up before sharply spreading out. Each end of the spine has a curved talon that glimmers like black opal. Spreading between each bone is a thin layer of flesh. You can see the veins under the blueish grey skin. If you touch her wings, they are warm and almost leathery. She loves her wings and they are large enough to bring her off the ground. When tucked, they fall down to about her knees with the longest talon lightly skimming the ground with the top talon above her head. Kaori also has horns. Antelope horns that gently curve behind her head. Hanging near the tips are bird skulls hanging by leather strings. She isn't entirely civilized.
[/b] - Life has become a trifle thing to Kaori. She might not have lived eternity, less then three decades but she has grown bored with life. There is no true excitement in the world. Her demonic body functions and she functions along with the world. Kaori has slowly noticed that she acts like a robot, moving in the same pattern as the world. There is no true excitement. Nothing to make her blood pump and roar in her ears...not even battle really. Just a deep nothingness that makes her fingers twitch to do something...anything. The boredom eats away at the sane parts of her mind, burrowing like a decomposer as it tries to find something....amusing, or what she thinks is amusing, that will actually make the world worth living. Otherwise everything just seems to be black and grey and not really worth noticing.
Emotionless - Many people are known to experience emotions in vibrant and special ways. They experience them on a day to day basis from the cruelest of deeds to the happiest of moments. Kaori isn't like that. She can feel emotions but not to the extent of other beings. They are faint, these emotions. Barely brushing her heart and mind with their tendrils. She knows them, understands them but sometimes she believes herself ignorant. The only emotions that she can truly experience with a blinding experience is rage and protectiveness. Don't ask why because Kaori is clueless. The best way to see emotion in Kaori is to be in her Public Speaking class, where she uses them to speak and show them how to be strong in this ability.
Intelligence - Kaori might be cold, frigid and such but she is wise. Even though she is young, and may seem foolish to many, their is age in those calculating eyes of hers. Her form might be that of a young woman, but her eyes, her mind, her soul is that of a aged warrior. She is no whimpering fool who is easily shoved around or outsmarted. Her intelligence and wit is strong enough so that she gets out of hard situations. This intelligence in her is used to bring down opponents by calculating their weakness and what they can and cannot do. Her brain is capable of many things and she uses it on a regular basis. She does not let her brain cells die by not using them, but explores and tries to use every inch of her brain every day. She wields her intelligence with a sharpness that will draw the blood of her opponents.
Loyalty - Kaori is very loyal. Once she trusts you, she will never betray you. Being a demon, some think bad of her. They listen to bedtime stories meant to scare child. They don't see who Kaori really is. Once she befriends you, she won't ever turn her back on you. When you art hurt, she will be the first one there to make sure your alright. The first one to avenge you and protect you from the darkest of fiends. Yet this deep loyalty comes at a price. For when she trusts someone, her guard drops down. This loyalty makes her vulnerable. Don't treat it as a small thing, because if you break her loyalty and trust once....you won't ever get it back.
Protective - Due to her demon blood, Kaori is very protective of angels. It doesn't matter who the angel is, she will rush to defend them. So if you are thinking of putting a angel in danger, just make sure you really want a pissed off demon on your ass. She won't hesitate to kick it here to Sunday and back. She will stomp someone to the ground for even the littlest perceived threat and scar for the smallest insult. Better watch out fellow boys and girls.
Trust - Kaori does not trust easily. After the mental and physical she went through at the hand of her parents ad family, she learned the reality of the world. The truth that you cannot trust anyone but yourself. This keeps her from reaching out to others. Keeps her from befriending those who try to be nice and kind. She has no time for cuddling close and laughing over some small joke. Kaori keeps everyone at a distance. Pretending to put some faith in them but in truth, always looking out for herself and having a plan b. It makes it hard to get to know her, but if you try really hard there is a part of Kaori that wants to trust. You just have to dig a little bit.
Warrior - From a young age, Kaori became a warrior. Her childish nature, the one that made you a light spirit and can laugh, was brutally ripped from her grasp. At a young age, Kaori learned that reality was a harsh world that only the strong survived. So, instead of being the carefree soul that many had when they were a young age, she left it behind. She learned to fight, to defend herself when those dark beings came calling to try and destroy her soul and the strength that she had built up over time. She used her strength to bring down those who tried to kill her, to make her their mindless slave. She became a steel sword that no one could touch emotionally, mentally, or physically without dire consequences. She made herself a untouchable so that nothing fazed her and nothing could bring her down.
Alter Ego
Cold - Kaori is cold. Not the emotionless cold that you believe. Just....cold. She is not the same as many other supernaturals or humans. They can be warm, their words nice and soothing to your ears. Kaori is not like that. She has built a wall around herself so that you only feel a frigid touch of ice when you try to communicate with her. Her eyes are dead, filled with nothing but a arctic frigid expression that is calculating. When you look into her eyes, it appears that she is sizing you up and seeing your whole life before dismissing you as nothing but a pile of crap. Her lyrics, those few syllables that manage to escape her lips, are filled naught with emotion but a coldness that sinks into your heart and causes you to shiver and step back in instant fear. Her tone shuts down talk with the barest effort upon her part. Her coldness gives you the feeling, the concept that she thinks you are below her notice...below her very being. This iciness is biting and makes you want to step back before you never get warm again. [ This part of my character is seen during times of great distress, when she is angered, or when her mind is trying to protect her. Almost like a split personality. ]
Deceptive - Kaori is deceptive. She may appear to be lazy, but really she is all sleek muscle waiting to pounce. She might appear to be sleeping, but the muscles in her body are tense, legs ready to shove her from the terrain so she can use her strength to end your pathetic life or punish you severely. You might think her pretty face makes her weak and fragile, but when she throws and makes you fall onto your back, who will be the last one standing? She will. Kaori uses a mask of weakness to get others to underestimate her. She will use all of her physical attributes to get others to think herself weaker then she truly is. A warrior is disguise. Someone who appears to be easy to kick around, but whose spirit and spine is that of steel.
Merciless - When it comes to a fight, be it physical or mental, Kaori will not back down. Once she fights, she is committed until she or her opponent is either dead, dying or unable to keep on fighting. She will not bring mercy down upon her opponent if they go to far with her. Steal from her and she will cut you down. Disgrace her and you will feel her wrath. Kaori does not dally, does not play foolish little jokes. When you play with one such as she, you will be burned. Kaori has no times to play with simpering fools that cannot hold their own against her. If you challenge her, know that if your foolish you will end up wounded mentally and/or physically to what she thinks you deserve. Be it child, elder or one of her age. She has no mercy and no time for idiotic beings.
Silence - Ah, beautiful silence that does not hide the sounds of reality. Kaori is known for her silence. For the endless time she can go without uttering one word. Now, she does of course speaking during her classes. Letting free the latin words that curl into the air. Why would she speak a language that is not her language none could ever understand. When Kaori is alone or away from her responsibilities, her mouth rarely opens. Rarely allows her smokey tone to dance in the wind and fill the ears of others. It is not solely for the reason of disliking someone it is just who Kaori is. She has never been one to express herself in the way of speech. Insanity some think it is that Kaori teaches Public Speaking but know this : When Kaori speaks, people tend to listen. Just because she chooses not to doesn't mean she doesn't know how. She does and quite wonderfully too.[/ul][/justify][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]History:
Name: NECROMANCERIt never ceases to amaze me, the tragedies of life. How so easily children are wounded and left for dead because of the simplest mistakes. Why have a child when so many are suffering and feeling the cruel inflictions of what fate has in store for them? Many cry and scream out in their nightmares, both reality and dreams, yet so little people actually hear. Can you hear the children begging? Can you hear them sob softly into their arms as they wonder why these things happen to them? I thought not. Just listen closely, for this story will only be told once and once the ink fades upon this parchment, it was be nothing more then a fading memory in her mind. The agonized words starts not not, but years ago in a small village in japan. In the countryside where people disappear without a trace time and time again...
It was snowing, that night she was born. A winter breeze hurled itself against the worn wood of her parents cabin. Peeping through the cracks and holes, filling the home with arctic wind and chill. The man clung closer to his family, peering over the rocking chair where his wife sat and child bundled close to her chest. Gazing down with softened eyes at the sleeping face and the mop of brown hair. A sad smile on the mothers lips, a sign of what was to come. Faintly touching her child's soft cheek before gazing up at the sire with love burning bright in those crimson eyes. He smiled down at her and kissed her softly before too bringing his hand close to the child's face. Small lips opened themselves on a yawn and the scent of milk breathed from developing lungs. What a delicate picture....
As the memories continued, the picture shattered into a million pieces. The night slide flicked into view. The child was older here. Almost five years old. Playing with a doll, huddled in clothes that were almost mere rags. Nubs that would grow into arched horns hidden under honeyed locks that fell around a chubby face. Small hands delicately moved over the glass doll, lightly playing with its wool hair. A musical giggle escaping pinked lips as small wings twitched on her back. The young girl froze though as the sound of boots could be heard outside her door. Glancing up, fear glistening in their whiskey depths, she clung tighter to the doll. As the knob turned, a choked whimper escaped her vocal cords and she shook ever so slightly. When it opened, the memory vanished but the screams could still be heard in the echo of her mind...what had happened?
Delving deeper into her mind, into her memories, one more slide slid into view. Peering at it, one could barely stifle their cry. The same girl, at least eight now, stood limply. Hands chained above her, wrists cut and chaffed from where the metal bit into her flesh. Hair, tangled and matted, clung in clumps around a pale face with sunken eyes and chapped lips. The too lean body shivered every now and then, rags pressing tightly against skin where bone could be seen easily. Dried urine clung to the inside of her legs as well as copper stains. Larger wings twitched weakly against her back and toes scraped the stone cellar floor. When light shown down into the darkness, the young girl weakly rose her head. Gazing at the figure who slowly made his way down. The slick slide of leather meeting the ground caused eyes to widen in fear and head to shake from side to side. It was no use. In mere moment, her back was laid open by the leather whip that had no mercy as it fell. Not a cry left her lips even as her blood slowly dripped to the ground.
The memory left and another took its place. The young girl was now older, at least fifteen. Standing alone in a crowded street, bad draped lightly against her frame. What happened to her parents? Dead. Murdered by other supernaturals. Feral felines who had found their homes and slaughtered her parents. She, weak as she was, managed to escape with only a faint scar from one of the clans claws and whip markings healed. She had wandered the world for a year on her own, but she had did it. She had survived and that was all that counted, wasn't it? She had escaped the nightmares of her childhood and was surviving. Found a new home with angels who appreciated her. She protected the youngest daughter who was about her age. Kept her close by and made sure she was alright. The bond was strong, stronger then most. For they kept her alive and cared for her when no one else did.
The memory drifted away and another appeared. The girl was now clearly a woman. Her frame tense as she gazed around the devastation that was her family home. She had left to finish her studies in the latin language as well as speaking class which she had desperately needed. Yet when she had returned, she found her home in ashes. Kneeling in the gray dust, tears dripped free of her eyes as she glanced around. Searching for some kind of life even when there was nothing. A broken sob escaped her lips, the first one in ages. Peering through the debris, her eyes landed on three broken forms. The parents and the angel girl who she was supposed to guard. Knees met the ground and Kaori let herself go. Let herself feel the agony of losing the only family she had ever truly had. Let herself embrace that love and companionship was not something she would ever be graced with. Fate had finally got it through her head she was supposed to be alone....
As the last memory drifted closer, the only thing you could see was the young woman before the school. A bag over her shoulder, wings tucked and chin high. A new beginning and a new place to pretend as though she belonged...
Your Age: 16
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[/blockquote]Sample Post:Cimoron Island.
Blood. The ruby liquid that provided life and nourishment slowly but surely dripped down the ragged cliff face. Like trails of tears, the single drops slid down one by one from the top to the bottom where waves crashed and licked hungrily against the dark rocks. Stark in contrast to the jagged onyx stones, the copper - smelling fluid came from one of the highest points of the cliffs, dripping free from whatever dying body or injured frame of some beast who thought they could navigate the charcoal cliffs, only to fall short and succumb to some kind of mishap or another. At first the ruby liquid came only in a few short drips and lines, barely noticeable against the onyx rocks as it reached down, but now more and more drops followed. Instead of the slow and easy glide, the liquid now trailed one after the other in a rush, almost like miniature ruby streams. The blood did not seem to stop, did not seem to be giving way even to the ravenous waves that licked hungrily at the substance that turned their salted, foamy peaks into a light pink hue and teased the carnivorous beasts in the water with the heady scent of the life blood fluid. From the crevices and holes of the onyx rocks came small insects and the smallest carnivores who scented the blood and their stomachs rumbled and guts clenched in need to feast upon the open wound that would be giving them this tantalizing sight. Scavengers of the sky, fighting the icy winds, spotted the red liquid and instantly begin to circle and let out harsh cries that proclaimed to one and all that a feast was to be gouged upon on this cold, late winter night. As though the scavenger's cry had been a rallying call, more beasts appeared from the shadows licking their jowls as saliva coated the inside of their mouths as the thought of fresh, warm flesh danced into their mind. Yet, did these beasts truly know if the wounded beast was dead or not? Who cared....a wounded beast was as good as dead in these lands.
From lower on the cliffs wall, on the thin trail that so many had failed, a beast perked it's auds. Flicking the delicate appendages, the beast listened to the sounds of the creatures. Nostrils flared, taking in the copper stench that was thick on the air. Thoughts mused through the vile, festering mind that held no pity or remorse that something had died on this cold night. A crooked smile reached black lips, tugging them upward in a way that one could only flinch when they gazed on the sickening sight. The sounds of the moving beasts begin to quite suddenly, as well as the cries of the scavengers in the sky and the soft rustling of small feet moving across rock. Then the silence was broken by a shattering scream of horror and pain. So...it has begun the beast mused, as it listened to the screams with lashes dropped to cover orbs slightly at the delicious music. The injured thing was most likely being devoured alive, flesh ripping from the body by large and small mouths alike as they descended on it. A painful and slow way to die as slowly their blood drained from their body, and their flesh was ripped from the bones and organs swallowed down slimy throats. Oh the sweet ecstasy of thinking of such things sent a delighted shiver through the beast who had paused, before it once more begin the journey up the cliff. In the distant future the beast would come upon the site of the feast. Hopefully there would be more than just bones left to gaze upon when the beast arrived.
Silently, the beast moved across the sodden path. Many times the loose rubble tried to trip the creature into the waiting arms below, but each time by some stroke of luck the beast managed to catch the lost balance and once more continue on its journey. What kind of beast did walk this path of foolishness? Oh but a equine of course. For what other being had the spine and the pure stupidity to do such a thing in the raging storm of bitter winds and lashing waves that wanted the four legged beast so that it could force water down the nose and throat and drown the beast to the waiting arms of the ocean bottom. Only a equine could do such a thing on a dark night such as this, with little to no moonlight to guide the beast up the small trail to the top of the cliffs, where raging winds and looser rocks waited patiently to be trodden upon for the chance to throw the beast from the great height, to experience the silent horror and exhilaration of free falling from such a distance, then the sickening slap as their body collided with the water before sinking down to their demise. this equine was corrupt in the mind, taking this challenge as nothing more then something to cause blood to pump harshly in the veins and pleasure to explode in her womb as she came closer and closer to the chance of meeting the lord of death. Never had the revolting smile leave the face of the equine after hearing the chilling scream of the dying beast, and it only grew more with each misstep and stumble she did make.
Slow droplets of what could be pounding rain dripped from the heavens, slicking themselves on the flesh of the equine. It was only a brief shower now, but this short downpour of liquid was adding to the chance of the mare's luck giving out and plummeting to the doom. Now any sane creature would turn around now, despite the fact most sane creatures wouldn't be here in the first place, yet this mare kept on walking with her crown lifted and the same sickening smile on those black lips of hers. Tilting her cranium, she peered into the darkness before rolling her shoulders and continuing on her journey. Even as the risk of death increased, she did not hesitate to plow on and complete the journey to the very top. She enjoyed the risk, the exhilaration of her life being on the line. Fate held her cord right now, and moments came where they would cut the string with those huge shears of theirs, but every time they hesitated and let the mare live. Or it could be some supernatural forces were keeping the mare alive, cheating the three fates of the opportunity of cutting the lifeline of one so corrupt and degraded in the concept of....humanity. Who knew? surely not the mortal mare or whoever gazed upon her walking figure with disbelief and sure notion that this would be her last night walking upon the earth.
As the cliff top came closer and closer, the mares pace did increase. Faster her pillars moved, daggers gracefully moving over the slick and soaked rocks that rolled down with soft thuds to the raging ocean. Slim auds flicked back, the silken forelock of onyx hue dripping water as it flipped to the side, hiding one orb from sight. The other one blinked, thick lashes hiding the golden hued windows of the soul from view even as the mare peered into the shroud of darkness that hid the last few feet to the top of the cliff. Her ivory lips pulled back from her teeth, the smile having faded away moments before only to return as energy thrummed in her veins from the accomplishment of making it up the pathway that had ended the lives of so many before her. Just like the recent being who had been struck down not moments before, the screams still echoing in her auds and causing pleasure to ring through her frame. Spittle collected in her jowls like it had done to the carnivorous beasts, at the thought of warm flesh and she could faintly remember the salty tang of the ruby life blood slipping past her lips to wet her tongue before slowly drizzling down her throat to rest warmly in her stomach. Her spirit screeched in tortured agony at the thought of such vile things, but the black tar that coated everything that resembled good in her very core dismissed the wails. This vile kept her from even feeling the slightest twinge of regret at the remembrance of ending life without a shred of mercy.
As the moon crawled from behind thick clouds, the silver ray shown upon the highest point of the cliff and the corpse of the stupid creature who had not been strong enough to survive the journey and the beasts. The corpse was mostly bone now, stained with deep ruby with a few pieces of flesh and skin hanging like tattered curtains. Blood still stained the terrain, though now beginning to flake and blow away in the wind. The dark hued daggers of the silver hued mare had made their first steps into the clearing at the top, slightly stumbling on the slippery rocks when the moonlight shone down. Gold orbs riveted on the fresh corpse, nostrils flaring to take in the tantalizing stench that caused hunger to thrum in the pits of her stomach. Moving forth, only glancing around once or twice to see if the well-fed predators still lingered but it was only she who made her way to the what was left of the once proud creature. Dipping her crown once, she let her white lips trail across a fresh pool of blood, slightly diluted from the rainwater. Instantly her flesh was painted red, and the salty richness exploded upon her tongue. Closing her orbs, her frame shuddered slightly at the obvious pleasure she took from this simple taste. Lifting her crown, a blood drop glistening at the tip of her lip, she peered at the endless sea with a glazed look upon her features. So she had completed the journey....and in lands unknown. Her signature smile reflected on her features as she stood beside the corpse, wondering what to do next. Ah, if only she knew fate had something planned for her in naught but a few chimes. What a game fate would play with her on this bitter night....
