by Chadanaiy » Thu Jun 21, 2012 7:25 am
Arisu, pushed aside, got up immediately her armour, her eyes, her fury made more ardent from the shove and sacrifice of a friend's hand. The furyoku she was clad in had started the lift her hair and it twisted menacingly around her face like hate-filled snakes. She knew who she was facing now, she knew who had attacked them, insulted his daughter, tried to hurt a friend. Shiromaru: the name was enough to fuel such hate and disgust to make the girl mindless, bestial. Bastet, who's soul glided on Arisu's tail and claws, had also recognized the man and his strict, angular face, his long straight black hair. But her anger for the Asakura was cold and dry, flat, but dangerous: the flames of the furious felines who touched Arisu's mind from her armor did not reach the cat-spirit. She knew only a few words could scare those angry souls in Arisu's thoughts. He's done nothing yet, not all of it: the fallen ones have also fallen by our foolish hand. Arisu, focus. Your anger is what has caused friends to fall. Clear your anger, only then will this end, Arisu. The girl heard. She stopped. Her tense muscles relaxed, her skin loosened, her hair lowered onto her shoulders: the light around her dimmed. "Thank you." she whispered softly, unsure who the words were for. Her chin fell on her neck and face hid behind curtains of gold, then, two crystal spheres rolled down her now smooth skin. There was an instant of silence and she pounced. She leapt: claws first, tears stubbornly clinging to her pale cheeks.
Surround him: Celeste, Hikaru and you: work together.
Arisu wasn't even sure why she was crying. Maybe it was those two little words and the lonely thump of knees on grass: maybe it was that.
Aphrodite swatted away the spiky tail that Komo brandished in her face. She frowned, her undulating light-blonde hair falling in movie-star locks on her shoulders. "Lookie here honey." she said sternly, pushing her hip to the side, hands on her curvy waist. "I can't do that. A slave arrow takes away The will of the person it's shot to replace it with that of another: mine, Ryoshi was supposed to be mine. But, y'see, need a medium for that and our little unattractive medium here has fainted. So now it's just taking away his will, nutin' more. So as long as she's out," she quite disrespectfully gestured little Uzumi with her perfectly manicured hand, "I can't do no nuthin'" As if to support her words she scornfully looked with her hot pink eyes at the outraged spirit, showing quite blatantly what she thought the deal with superiority between him and her was.
Shinatsu saw a little white and red silhouette across the field, bent down to do some yet indecipherable activity. Kikyo. The little girl used the last of the strength left in the bottom of her pulsing legs to speed to the healer. "Kikyo!" she yelled before even stopping. Her voice was quick and panicked. "Uzumi's hurt and passed out, someone's attacking us there'll probably be more injuries and Ryoshi's been hit by a slave arrow, the effects can't be canceled. Hurry!!"
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Sporadic user- I haven't been on in a while, but I'll be back to RP when my exams let me. Looking forward to it!
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If you listen closely you can hear me cringing at all the purple prose I wrote on this green hellscape of a website circa 2011-2014.
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