(wait for the sounds before you start reading each line very slowly lo~ ;p)
Dark alleyway . . .
A bell ringing in the night . . .
The echo of footsteps . . .
Heavy breathing . . .
The howling sound of the wind . . . .
The deafening silence . . . . . . .
A shadow darker than the night . . . .
A creaking sound of a door opens . . . .
And a strange music in the Kijo's head begins . . . . . . . . .
The tall stranger moved like a shadow in the alleyways.
A black ghost hovering through the air with its ebony cloak.
It moved with great frenzied strides that covered great distances.
And the shadow reached the foot of the gates.
It then spoke in a whispering tone, as if hungry, both unholy and less than human . . .
Tall Stranger: "Xia Gongzhu, I am here . . ."
And the tall stranger smiled a vampiric fanged smile, and started giggling with demonic delight . . .
Ruffryder wrote:
The guards were slightly fazed at the arrival of this person...
Another one seeking the Lady Xia? Now, usually, any princess would have a bunch of dashing young suitors visit her home, but in the Lady Xia's case, it was nothing but gruff warrior, after gruff warrior.
And now scary warrior too. But, the head guard had gotten used to that now...
Shrugging, he nods, and says,
"You wish to meet the Lady Xia, sir? Very well...follow me..."
And soon, he was brought to the Lady, who was training in a small courtyard, a bead of sweat dripping down her fair face as she executed a complex series of maneuvers with her chakram axes... Catching them neatly, she turned to face her latest observers and was immediately unnerved...
Shrugging off the feeling, she asked the guard,
"Umm, who is this you've brought?"
The guard, finding himself flustered, had forgoten to ask, and he apologized,
"Actually, I forgot to ask... State your name to the princess, sir."
Voices Speaking Over and Over In The Kijo's Head - "Satanic Mantra" - Cradle of Filth
Guard: "Actually, I forgot to ask . . ."
And as the guard was just about to turn, a body bag was thrown high up in the air, whirling as it opened.
It was the bag of the tall stranger. And also, the prison of a degenerate man, who lost against the blind devil's wager.
The imprisoned man dropped to the ground on his bruised knees, wearing bloody clothes, hands bounded in chains.
He blinked his eyes and was just about to speak yet a long arm suddenly slammed to his chest with a force of such brutality.
Clawed metal gloves piercing through armor, flesh, bone and all.
The tall stranger tilted its head to the side, demonic green eyes watching the man's fruitless struggles with a smile.
A low growl escaped in its lips as it worked its claws through the man's chest with a practiced effort of one so used to doing this.
The claws slowly wormed their way to the gaps between the ribs, making sure that the man would suffer a slow, painful death.
It chuckled with such amusement, taking delight in the agonizing pain and mounting fear of this man, as if it was feeding on them.
The tall stranger hugged the man close, wrapping its other arm around him, tighter than a true love's embrace.
It was now whispering something to the man's ears, its voice hissing like snakes, dripping both with venom and lies.
The tall stranger's fanged mouth spoke things of unspeakable evil.
Blasphemous things that defied both Heaven and Earth.
The mere knowledge of which, would take the very heart of even the bravest of souls.
The tall stranger then glanced at the princess as it whispered.
Its clawed arms suddenly snapped the man's two upper ribs with such cruelty.
It then gave the man a one final kiss to his cheek, as it let him drop to the ground.
Lifeless and unmoving.
The tall stranger casted the two broken ribs to the side without so much as a care.
For it was now holding in its bloody claws, the living heart of the now dead man.
A chalice of made of human flesh.
Filled with the blood of an innocent.
Tinged with both fear and terror.
The fanged smile disappeared as it now greedily drank the warm blood from the heart.
Spills came, brushing the tall stranger's cheeks and painted them red.
Such was the extent of the fulfillment of its perverted pleasure that it roared out a guttural roar ~!
Both raw and primal. Reveling with glorious ecstasy in this.
Yet the tall stranger's vision suddenly blurred, dropping the empty heart.
Its whole body now convulsing, aching, and burning in the fires of extreme pain and maddening agony.
The tall stranger died within and was no more, as it slowly became something else.
Something more, something less than human.
Whatever it was, the purpose of why it came here was now lost and forgotten.
Its frenzied eyes sought out for something, anything, a someone, to turn its burning hatred to.
Eyes all white, for it is now literally blinded with unholy rage and demonic fury.
Its nose and ears then caught the whiff and sound of something in the air.
A bead of sweat. And a living heart. Pumping strong.
And could that be the slight smell of fear?
It suddenly hissed with its fanged mouth and bloody cheeks.
With blinding speed, the thing moved towards its next target.
Long reaching claws clenched themselves twice mechanically as fires suddenly spring forth.
An unholy marriage of hellish flames and black steel.
Howling a maniacal laugh in the air, the thing was now running towards the princess . . .
The Xiāmó (瞎魔)
The Blind Devil challenges the Xia Gongzhu in a friendly duel lo~!
Tactics will be sent to whomever Ruffryder chooses lo~
Galagros wrote:
While the strange man was being chopped to pieces, the horrified guard screamed and began yelling for reinforcements. He drew his sword and held it ready. "Stay back, demon! Keep away from our Lord's daughter!" By the time Kijo Akki could begin to charge Xià Liangyu, four more guards had responded to the calls for help. Each man was running toward the corpse and bloodied man with spears leveled. Two more guards could be heard racing to the scene, but were not yet in sight.
The guard, emboldened by visible aid, spoke again. "Stay back or you will perish here and now!"
This is a plot situation. I need tactics from all parties involved for actions. Either party may speak without sending it to me, however.
RuffRydeR wrote:
Liangyu found herself being approached by...Whatever that was...Readying herself, weapons being drawn, she stuttered,
"Who...who...what are you!?"
A guard informed her, apprehensively,
"You invited that...that thing, ma'am!"
"Ugh, well, whatever it is, I'm stopping it!"
She gripped her blades, and prepared to defend herself, shrieking,
"Well, if it wants a fight, then I'll give it one! Then, we'll figure out this whole body bag thing..."
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The Mountain Cliffs At Yan
∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞
There is no glory, nor fulfillment, in being this.
No use loving what cannot be loved.
Loneliness, self paralyzing. Denial, self blinding.
The sickening stench of it filled the air.
Is there anyone . . . someone . . . worthy of loving, at all ~?
A great sadness overcame his heart and filled it with disappointment.
Inside, the Gray felt empty, hollow and without purpose.
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The Courtyard At Yin
∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞
There is no glory, nor fulfillment, in winning this.
No use fighting what cannot be defeated.
Cowardice, self degrading. Fear, self defeating.
The sickening stench of it filled the air.
Is there anyone . . . someone . . . worthy of fighting, at all ~?
A great sadness overcame her heart and filled it with disappointment.
Inside, the Kijo felt empty, hollow and without purpose.
Is there . . .
. . . . anyone
anyone . . . .
. . . . . . . . someone
someone . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . worthy of
worthy of . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . loving
fighting . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . at all
at all . . . . . . . .
A single moment then spun itself into existence outside the boundaries of time.
Near became far. And far became near.
It lasted a heartbeat. And lasted forever.
The path of two souls intertwined, forged as if one.
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? ? ?
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The Kijo slowly opened her eyes.
And found herself lying in the courtyard.
The Gray slowly opened his eyes.
And found herself lying in the cliffs.
Yet where the courtyard bricks ended, the mountain cliffs began.
It was as if the two places collided, divided by a thin, sinuous line.
The sky above was dark and endlessly black.
And a strange feeling looms in the air, as if all were hanging upside down.
No sense of direction at all.
If there is even such a thing in this . . . whatever this place is . . .
Raising up on her burning clawed hands, the Kijo watched the Gray from a distance with curiosity.
He was looking back at her too.
Watching.
His face is plain and expressionless, with dark circles around his eyes.
His short black hair cut in a fashion of pointed daggers.
Wearing a sneering perverted smile that cannot be trusted.
With a gaze as if they were the eyes of a man who knew he was already dead and accepted it.
Cold and disturbing yet at the same time burning with something else.
Burning with an all consuming passion.
Growing with every second with all this watching.
The Kijo noticed a ominous massive axe at his side.
The very sight of it, awesome, terrifying to behold.
No one would survive if that wicked serrated blade ever went the wrong way.
And all things suddenly made sense in her mind.
No matter what this place is, the purpose was obvious.
The Kijo asked for this and something . . . someone . . . answered back.
An answer. A chance. A fight.
Isn't this what she always wanted ~?
The Kijo felt goosebumps spreading like wildfire in her arms.
And with the natural order of things, curiosity manifested to questions.
The Gray: "What is this p. . who are you . . . ?"
The Kijo: "I am Kijo Akki. And I'm here to fight you . . . *looks at the massive wicked looking axe as if tranced*"
The Gray: "Fight me? *eyebrow raised* Heh, any chance . . . we can talk . . . normally. . . know each other perhaps. . . ? *evil grin*"
The Kijo: "Not a chance in hell . . ."
The Gray only sneered a with a dog-like smile as he bent to pick up his massive two-handed axe, four feet tall.
The Gray: "Guess I have to ask my questions along the way . . . shall we dance?"
The Kijo: "With pleasure. *fanged smile*"
The Kijo then charged low and aimed high.
Hellish flames spring forth from clawed metal hands.
Literally burning with magnificence.
Green eyes smiling. Heart aching for this great battle.
And for the first time in her young life, the Kijo was truly happy.
The Gray only sneered with a mocking laugh,
A hand resting in his waist. The other clutching the massive axe in his shoulder.
Literally breathing with arrogance.
Gray eyes filmed with sarcasm. Mind filled with contempt.
Yet for the first time in his young life, the Gray was truly afraid.
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Back at the Courtyard at Yin
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The Xiāmó suddenly stopped in its tracks, breaking bricks along its path.
Fire and oil started to surround it, its cloak now starting to burn.
Only serving to amplify the horrifying sight of this aberration of nature.
And for the first time, the Xiāmó dominated this body uninhibited.
It was as if it was suddenly free. The mortal chains broken and gone.
It growled and reveled at its sudden freedom.
The Xiāmó could perfectly hear the rush of guards in the vicinity of the courtyard.
Strangely, it waited for more to come. It really wished that every soldier would come.
It waited sixteen years for a chance like this, certainly it could wait a few moments more.
The Xiāmó could not help itself but chuckle.
Its voice deep, like the sound of a multitude.
The Xiāmó was many. The Xiāmó was one.
The Xia Gongzhu found herself being approached by...Whatever that was...Readying herself, weapons being drawn, she stuttered,
"Who...who...what are you!?"
A guard informed her, apprehensively,
"You invited that...that thing, ma'am!"
The Xiāmó: "I am Kijo Akki. And I'm here to fight you . . ."
"Ugh, well, whatever it is, I'm stopping it!"
The Xiāmó: "Not a chance in hell . . ."
The Xia Gongzhu gripped her blades, and prepared to defend herself, shrieking,
"Well, if it wants a fight, then I'll give it one! Then, we'll figure out this whole body bag thing..."
The Xiāmó: "With pleasure."
The Xiāmó could not help itself but snarl to the woman at the open challenge.
This mortal. This young girl talking as if able.
The Xiāmó would break her. Make her wish she was dead.
Surrounded by these pathetic weaklings.
Only the coward would find strength in numbers.
They would never know the gift of true strength, found through the self.
The Xiāmó smiled, as it crawled on all fours towards the princess.
And the Xiāmó's world burned . . .
Kijo Akki will fight with the Gray lo~!
The Xiāmó will fight the Xia Gongzhu lo~!
Duel Tactics for a FRIENDLY DUEL sent to Galagros lo~
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