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Post by KAIL LANGE on Mar 27, 2017 21:07:44 GMT -5
[attr="class","smdbody3"] Outside the city it was still cold at night, and in the mornings rhyme accumulated on the grasses before the sun rose to claim it. He had found a safe-house that suited him when he could escape the city in the form of an abandoned, derelict shack. He had provided for his own needs, stealing water from a nearby far, electricity when he needed it. The farmer there had fruit trees and orchards. Peaches blossoms would come soon enough. And horses. Kai didn't know why he liked the creatures. They were effectively slaves to the man. He raised them for pleasure but Kai could see him shouting, hitting a particularly docile mare. There were scars on her hide from a life of abuse. His eyes narrowed as he watched the man pull out a small whip, deploying his anger on the most innocent of creatures that had never raised a hair to harm him. It received every blow, every complaint about the man's life, his work, how he regretted so many things. All of it beaten into the animal's hide. Kai stiffened watching it, his fingers over his dagger. He was perched high in the trees. He'd felt compelled to keep coming back, to do something. He watched the man's hands and understood why... She was his only... there was no word for it. Friend seemed inappropriate. Lover entirely out of place. Sister would have implied blood relation.
"Mercy..." he gathered up the fragile looking brunette in his arms. She turned to look at him with a weak smile, giving her best thumbs up. He shook his head, then buried it against her shoulder.
"I told you I'd be fine... I-I'm stronger than I look now," he could see she had been chastised again for not doing as perfectly as they'd been instructed in their drills.
"Don't... lie to me..." his hair covered his eyes and he fought biting into his lip.
"Just... want you to be okay, that's all..." she frowned, hugging herself.
"I'm going to get you out of here okay? I promised didn't I?" he offered a weak smile. No tears this time, he let them dry over the surface, keeping them open without blinking.
"Hey, you think when we get out you could get me a cake? You know... like one of those fancy ones? The square ones. I've never had cake before. But I think I'd like that one first please!" she giggled, wincing when she had to hold her ribs.
"I'll bake you a damn cake. Just... stop acting so tough, lemme dress your wounds okay?" he stared at them after raising her shirt. It had started to stick to the welts...His eyes refocused, watching the man beating the horse again. He dropped down, quietly approaching him before he climbed his back, curling his arm around his neck. The man couldn't speak a word of protest, instead dropping down to his knees when the air left his body. Kai held him there until he passed out, then without a second thought grabbed the mare's reins and started to walk away. He brought the horse with him back to the shack, making a place for it inside a shed nearby. It could graze all it wanted to, he'd find a way to make it stronger, he really would. For now he needed learn more about the senshi, their cats and how to lure the one his master wanted outside the city. He gave a rare smile to the horse eating nearby, then pulled off his jacket and shirt, getting ready to do his laundry with a hose and bucket he'd drug up to his narrow porch. [attr="class","smdtags3"]Notes: don't mess with Kai's girls ■ Tag: ☾ ■ OST: Lost Painting | [attr="class","smdlyrics3"] strike [attr="class","mdlyric3"]me down [attr="class","giveitlyric3"]give it everything you've got |
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Post by ☾ on Mar 28, 2017 17:03:45 GMT -5
[GoogleFont=Raleway|Montserrat|Ubuntu] [attr="class","spevent1"]Where was he? She sensed that putrid energy a while back. On patrol for the light, or whatever that creature had been called, Bel had come across a familiar energy source. One that, upon immediate detection, evoked feelings of disgust and malice. Her eyes lowered, teeth clinched, and an audible growl left her lips. It was the same power source as that one remedial corrupted male. The one that had gotten in her way at her performance. The girl couldn't believe such a dimwitted individual could even exist. Was he so dense to the mission? To their entire reason of creation and existence? A traitor. That's what she'd labeled him as. And as such, he needed to be ex-communicated. No, far worse a fate needed to befall such a heinous crime. Death. He must be eradicated. Les he try something even more foolish in the near future. So, after having a chat with her cohorts and their leader, Bel was given permission to seek and destroy. She gladly accepted, sprouted wings, and took off. Searching the inner city, Bel was guilty of using her songs to siphon energy out of the unsuspecting civilians. Also in hopes of luring out that dreadful man. But to no avail, she simply garnered energy. Which wasn't a complete loss. She'd need it during the battle phase. A battle she wouldn't lose. No matter what, she'd return with a job well done. Perched against the roof of a building, she sighed and wondered what should become of his useless carcass once she made quick work of him. Malicious grin plastered on her face as a sole idea made itself to the forefront of her mind. "Perfect." The monstrous female stood and sprouted her wings. Taking flight once more and heading towards the outskirts of the city. And that's where she found him. Seemed as though he had taken a fancy to a horse. For whatever reason. She cared not to ask or indulge in thought on the matter. Shirtless and in his true form, she assumed. Bel perched from flight only a generous few feet away from the male and eyed him. Hungrily. "Any last words?" She'd call forth, a clawed hand toying with a horn that protruded from the side of her cranium. "I warned you before, didn't I?" Hand outstretched towards him. "You'd regret standing in my way." Eyelids lowered, grin exposed. "You know what comes next, don't you?"[ KAIL LANGE ] MADE FOR MOONLIGHT DENSETSU |
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Post by KAIL LANGE on Mar 28, 2017 23:51:48 GMT -5
[attr="class","smdbody3"] 'Any last words?'He quickly turned to face her, watching the way she toyed with the horn, stroking it. It was her again, the one who had bloodied him terribly and was now on his tail for what was perceived as disloyalty to the dark mother. "Feh..." he spat, wondering what she wanted this time. He would be ready to run if need be, but he didn't want to lose his safe house. Maybe, just maybe he'd healed enough to take her on enough to make it not worth her while. He eyed the offered hand with suspicion. But he had to commend her for trying, he growled, exposing longer canines to match his altered visage. "You have nothing better to do with your time? You won't have me Bel...""My regrets? You'll never know them. But they don't include fucking up your day, not in the slightest," he was physically larger, taller than Bel despite their gap in power. He folded his arms, refusing her hand, instead standing in front of her, giving a half-snarl. His lip curled as he twisted them into a smirk. "Next? You kill me? You've already tried that..." he lost that cunning grin, now glaring coolly at her. His body tensed, ready to spring. He knew he was in danger right now but he didn't want to keep running away from it. He placed his palm against the shack, lurching toward Bel, his eyes narrowed. The virulent shade of cobalt nearly glowed from the power that altered him. [attr="class","smdtags3"]Notes: well hello there... ■ Tag: ☾ ■ OST: Dusk | [attr="class","smdlyrics3"] strike [attr="class","mdlyric3"]me down [attr="class","giveitlyric3"]give it everything you've got |
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Post by ☾ on Mar 29, 2017 14:01:50 GMT -5
[GoogleFont=Raleway|Montserrat|Ubuntu] [attr="class","spevent1"] "God," A huff of annoyance left her lips. "You're so fucking dense, it hurts." The siren continued, multi-colored eyes rolling in agitation. Did she want to explain herself? No, not even in the slightest. But Bel felt as though it was needed. She had to remind, er well, educate this waste of space on the divide in their class. Their power, their worth. "Do recall how easy it was to knock you flat on your ass. It took me minimal effort. And you whited out, weak and useless." Eyes lowered, a cold glare initiating. "If I wanted to kill you back then, trust me, I would have. I have no remorse. It's a useless trait." The monster scoffed, a condescending chuckle escaping her glossed lips. "Which explains why it resides in you, I suppose." Hand lowered, fanning off the thought. "Back to the point though, I only used you as what you're used to being. A pawn to the grand scheme of things. You were the sole domino I needed to evoke the others to fall. So I suppose a thank you may be in order."Cold eyes moved towards the animal. "But you won't get it from me." Bat like wings flapped idly as her attention returned to the cool orbs of blue that glared back at her. A smirk plastered on her visage. "Oh, you're stronger than before. I barely noticed it." Claw like nails moving about, eyes darting to them in disinterest. "Was that shit show you call assisting, what's her name? Sailor Moon? Enough to warrant some personal training?" Hands would meet each other and a round of slow, demeaning claps would ensue. "Bravo. You're still going to die here, but bravo for at least trying to give yourself some worth."Alright. The time for talk was over. "I'll give you two options. Since you are correct, I do have business elsewhere." Two clawed appendages raised. "You can attempt to fight for your life, and perish. Or you can stand still, and perish." Hand raised to stroke tendrils of hair from the forefront of her face. "There's a secret option though, because you're such a smarmy bastard, I'll reveal it to you. Free of charge."Her lips curled, sharp fangs exposed brows crooked and eyes widened. "I'll destroy every thing your putrid hands have touched and everything you hold close to that waste of an organ you call a heart." Clawed hand motioned to the horse, then to the rickety shack he more likely than not called home. "I won't stop until I wreck every living thing you own. That is, unless I END YOU FIRST." Head tilted, eyes full of blood lust and vengeance. "Your energy will do, I suppose. So will your body."[ KAIL LANGE ] MADE FOR MOONLIGHT DENSETSU |
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Post by KAIL LANGE on Mar 30, 2017 1:10:52 GMT -5
[attr="class","smdbody3"] 'I'll give you two options.'Now he listened intently, leaning onto the wall of the shack with vague disinterest, closing his eyes, then opening them slowly to rest them upon the demoness before him. 'You can attempt to fight for your life, and perish. Or you can stand still, and perish.'He raised his talons, staring at them pointedly as if to say, ' is that all?' to her. But he waited watching her hair flutter back and forth, like a soft medusa. 'There's a secret option... I'll reveal it to you. Free of charge.'"Oh, you don't take payment up front anymore?" he wiggled the tip of his tongue against his left canine. The more monstrous features were exotic, dangerous. He dug in his own longer nails against the shack's wooden wall, making sure she saw the little digs. 'I'll destroy everything you hold close to that waste of an organ you call a heart.'It's a useless thing anyways.
And yet... he thought of someone."Whatever you believe... So you're saying my options are to either fight to amuse you until I die. To stand here and die, to have you destroy everything I care about? Well go ahead, I don't care about anything..." He narrowed his eyes again. At least she won't be in pain... He looked toward the horse. Anything else was inconsequential. She couldn't steal his allegiance, and she couldn't steal what he kept hidden in his soul. 'Your energy will do, I suppose. So will your body.'"You... My body? Could you not find some civilian to fill up your emptiness? You came for me? This..." he normally didn't laugh like this but for some reason the thought of Bel coming to him for such a thing. "It's been through worse..." he added. [attr="class","smdtags3"]Notes: Alas I knew him well ■ Tag: ☾ ■ OST: Dusk | [attr="class","smdlyrics3"] strike [attr="class","mdlyric3"]me down [attr="class","giveitlyric3"]give it everything you've got |
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Post by ☾ on Apr 1, 2017 4:23:26 GMT -5
[GoogleFont=Raleway|Montserrat|Ubuntu] [attr="class","spevent1"]Her fangs clinched. Eyes narrowed as a fire built within her throat. Bel wanted so desperately to release the embers of rage and disrespect. He dared to laugh at her? Let alone, assume that she meant anything other than absorbing his body to become a stronger form of herself! One that would trump the others. One that would assure nothing less than excellence in her destruction of the light. Her clawed fingers curled, bawling into a tight fist as she began to imagine various methods of inflicting damage onto this sorry excuse of a being. What a smarmy piece of shit. As if he had to dignify every word she said with a snarky response. And then to laugh? Death. Death was the only way to atone for his sin. "A smarmy. Stupid. Useless. Liar."Bel had no idea what it was the other cared for. But it didn't matter. She had her assumptions. But she wouldn't dare voice any of her thoughts out loud. Instead, she would leave it to the hunt. Eventually, the siren would find everything that had even a hint of sentimental value and wreck it. Even after she killed him. That's the level of scorn that resided within her body. She wanted nothing of his to remain. Any remnants of this useless sack of flesh had to be eradicated immediately. Himself included. With no words left to be said in regards to how Bel felt towards the male. Her wings opened and she braced herself against the ground with her dominant foot. Taking off towards the other, the siren cocked back her right fist and allowed the scales to coat the remainder of said arm. With only a hair's length between the two, Bel would give off a glare of hunger. A sadist's stare, towards the other. "Die." The time for talking was finished. There was only one objective weighing heavy on her mind. She would launch the jab with her right fist towards the stomach of the other. To with which, if it connected and was successful, Bel would follow up with a raised knee strike. Attempting the make contact with the male's face. Assuming, that he buckled and doubled over from her first blow. [ KAIL LANGE ] MADE FOR MOONLIGHT DENSETSU |
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Post by KAIL LANGE on Apr 2, 2017 1:36:00 GMT -5
[attr="class","smdbody3"] How much of you is Bel, and how much of you is Yuka? "A smarmy. Stupid. Useless. Liar."He didn't dignify her with a response, instead steeling himself, his eyes narrowed. There was something more than a dark beast hunting him. It wanted revenge on the whole world, he could perceive that now. The concert had showed him a pitifully weak and angry girl, not this woman who lorded over him and could crush him like an ant. Pure, unadulterated hunger. He saw it in her eyes as she lunged for him, using her wings to help drive the point home. She wanted to feed her demons to keep them at bay. "Die." Makes it easier doesn't it... To just destroy everything?He barely avoided the fist to his gut, finding that he had indeed been bequeathed some reaction time. It might be enough to save his ass here. The knee came to his flank, slamming him against the side of the shack where he felt the splintering wood bite his skin. He spat out a bit of blood where he'd bitten his tongue at the impact. His narrow eyes stayed focused on her face. Even if he was prey he didn't look at her with fear. He ran his tongue over his lip, cocking his head slightly, pulling himself off the wall. He stood, feet apart as he prepared to take her next attack, visibly breathing. His longer nails curled as he flexed his fingers. The adrenaline dumped in his veins, giving him that blood high, giddy sensation. It would numb what it needed to... [attr="class","smdtags3"]Notes: Gdi Kai ■ Tag: ☾ ■ OST: Dusk | [attr="class","smdlyrics3"] strike [attr="class","mdlyric3"]me down [attr="class","giveitlyric3"]give it everything you've got |
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Post by ☾ on Apr 3, 2017 2:22:52 GMT -5
[GoogleFont=Raleway|Montserrat|Ubuntu] [attr="class","spevent1"]It would be a lie to say Bel was satisfied with the solo blow she administered to the male's body. Granted, she took pride in watching him slam into the shack that was situated behind him. But that wasn't enough. He was still alive, still breathing. There hadn't been enough pain inflicted onto his pathetic body, his putrid existence. So the siren scoffed. In disappointment at herself. The miscalculation in his tenacity and rigidity. Her eyes lowered. Watching as what little dust cleared and the silhouette of the affronted shifted into the being actually still being able to stand and fight onward. A nuisance, that's for sure. But what was she to do about it? Besides, end him, of course. And there was still the issue of his increase in power. "I see," she started, "that boost to your energy, it's keeping you alive right now? Or rather, it helped you avoid that first punch, right?" A clawed hand raised, "don't answer." Ad returned to folding underneath her chest. "I suppose I'll have to wear you down then? Which will cut severely into my schedule." Multi-colored hues rolled in annoyance. Only to shift into a stare of condescension. An idea had formed, and Bel was going to act on it effective immediately. "Or..." her throat cleared. "I could simply regale you with my giga voice."And with haste, the siren began to sing her song once again. The same song she sang back when the pair made their first encounter. [player]http://k003.kiwi6.com/hotlink/2vmmi0ccso/Sakurameikyu.mp3[/player] GIGA VOICE - Bel uses her power of song to absorb the energy of all those within ears reach. The more energy she absorbs, the stronger she becomes. CIVILIANS are rendered paralyzed, struck by a delusion of grandeur as they are most susceptible to her power and have the most energy stolen. CORRUPTEDS are weakened severely, losing their 1st ability and give Bel a boosted amount of energy. SENSHI and SENTAI are capable of breaking free only if they transform. If not, they fall victim to the same fate as Corrupteds. The time to act with intelligence, was now. Why play fair when she could simply make the eradication of the pest far more easy? The siren closed her eyes and began to sing out. Her song ringing about the area in attempts to sap the other of his energy. Not only handicapping him in the upcoming battle, but giving Bel, what she assumed, to be the boost she needed to get this over with. But she had a feeling, that his newfound energy would still make him quite the pesky adversary That, and he may attempt to interrupt her. Assuming he decided to put up a fight of course. Punching bag or not, she still planned to paint the grass with his crimson life nectar. [ KAIL LANGE ] MADE FOR MOONLIGHT DENSETSU |
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Post by KAIL LANGE on Apr 8, 2017 1:07:15 GMT -5
[attr="class","smdbody3"]Although he expected to see a display of her power, he hadn't thought of her using the song again. He'd heard it before, felt it stab through his body, draining out what she needed not just once, but twice. He'd never been so subdued in his life. The memory made him feel hollow, then slowly... frustration took over. She was so offended by everything. If it wasn't so dangerous it would be comical. She was a beautiful monster. And yet, he couldn't control himself from baiting her. He wanted to see something more from those eyes. They had almost shed tears once. Be as wicked as you want. Does it feed that void where your heart used to be? Or is it hiding in there...She closed her eyes. Are you that confident in yourself woman? He licked his lips. Bel doesn't have to be afraid of anything does she?He took a chance. I'm going to die someday. But not today. Not yet... He pushed off the wall. Vaulting off one foot he tackled her down, trying to pin her underneath him, his hands grasping her wrists and holding them into the ground over her head as he looked into her face. He exhaled, his breath warm, his cowl hanging down to show his full face. The cobalt haze glowed over his eyes. They slitted, like almonds. "Such a wicked woman..." it wasn't even an insult this time. The light won't stop fighting until we're all gone. Do you really think you'll live forever? His expression shifted, sternly at her. [attr="class","smdtags3"]Notes: GDI Kai: The Movie ■ Tag: ☾ ■ OST: Dusk | [attr="class","smdlyrics3"] strike [attr="class","mdlyric3"]me down [attr="class","giveitlyric3"]give it everything you've got |
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Post by ☾ on Apr 12, 2017 10:59:24 GMT -5
[GoogleFont=Raleway|Montserrat|Ubuntu] [attr="class","spevent1"]Her focus had shifted, Bel was putting the blunt of her thought into her song and voice. The more she sung, the more power she could very well siphon from this wretched soul. That's all she wanted. She wanted to leave him a former shell f his former self. Defenseless, powerless, useless. To assert her dominance. She had given up everything for this power. And for someone... anyone, to stand in her way? They were to be shot down immediately. Eyesores and the self righteous. Bel couldn't stand them. Nor did she care too much to hear any excuses or explanations for their actions. Crossing her meant certain death. And she wouldn't leave until she assured he was nothing more than a fleeting memory in that blonde's mind. She herself, would surely forget about him seconds after the last breath left his body. Her song came to an abrupt end. Her eyes popping open in tandem with her body falling the grassy ground below. Fangs clinched, and glare ensued. Damn him. She should have just attacked. Relentlessly threw a flurry of kicks and punches until he was nothing more than blood, sweat, and tears. This was a mistake on her part. One she would have to atone for as soon as possible. She didn't want this ingrate anywhere near her. Claws opened, purple energy began to swirl about them. Unleashing a blow at this range, there was no way she could mis—what? Such a wicked woman... The energy ceased it's forming. The urge to fight for freedom against his grasps ceased. And laughter filled the air. "You know nothing about me. I'm far too complex to be boxed in by one word." Eyelids lowered, staring back into the hues of the other. "I have a job to complete, and I'll see to it that it gets done in a timely manner. Simple as that." Her eyes closed and she let loose a small scoff. "As if someone like you could understand. You ask for power and defy the one who gave it to you. I'd much rather be a wicked woman than a spineless traitor."Her glare returned. Hardened. The dagger and flames visible within her dual colored hues. "I take it you don't plan on fighting back," claws opened, "that's fine by me." The malicious energy began to swirl and form once more. "You'll make it easier for me to dispose of you then. Crashing Crescendo."CRASHING CRESCENDO - With a glass shattering wail, Bel lets loose a vicious flurry of purple razor sharp winds towards her targets. Capable of blowing her targets away as well as inducing slashes and cuts. The sound that is made alongside the attack is used for distraction purposes. At the murmuring of her next course of action to eradicate the pest, a sudden gust of purple razor sharp like winds would emit from her open claws. "Don't be even more dense than you already seem to be. There's no saving me... there's no saving us! Play your role and do as your told!!"[ KAIL LANGE ] MADE FOR MOONLIGHT DENSETSU |
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Post by KAIL LANGE on Apr 12, 2017 22:42:16 GMT -5
[attr="class","smdbody3"]Something wove into him, making him stalwart. He wasn't angry this time, more determined. He'd seen those tears, that she was alive just as much as he was. That she had been wounded. Maybe she couldn't be saved, but maybe it didn't matter. Maybe some people just needed company on their way to hell... He braced himself. He was physically stronger in some ways, even if he wasn't at her power level. I have nothing to lose and everything to gain with you... His eyes narrowed, quickly darting to the claws. But she stilled the acceleration. Then tell me Yuka, who are you? Why you cling to this need to be unbreakable? Why everyone must suffer for not seeing it? Why you cried when someone remembered the weak, pitiful creature you used to be...He concentrated on her intensely, Kai the traitor. The man who didn't care about such things. Who had lived simply to survive after his reason to be had left the earth in a bloody mess between his fingers. She was everything he hated about humanity. And yet... He struggled with her, pulling her up in his arms until her claws faced outward, the man behind her and now against the railing of the shack. He held her there, his arms in a lock to keep her from thrashing at him. Some of those wind blades had managed to find the hovel, tearing open it's side. He could no longer use it to save him from the elements. He growled at her. "This is your power? Being a fucking puppet? Your life was so damn bad you had to sell it? That just makes you a tool..." he spat, forcing her to face him. His chest rose, fell, repeating the rhythm as he stared into her polychrome eyes. He grasped the smaller, meddlesome, wicked... disarmingly beautiful creature. Warm... She was so warm. And it was suddenly felt. He pressed his lips to hers, closing his eyes for a moment. It baffled him why he was doing this, except he didn't want to destroy her. There was nothing to savor in her death. She was... He bumped his forehead against her's, withdrawing his lips, tinged with his blood. He gave her a drunk stare before whispering. MIR TIMORE - Kai is able to take and reflect back to his opponent a deeply seated fear in the form of a phantom. "Mir... Timore" he pulled back, reluctantly. The nightmare would be there, waiting for her. He stood unwavering, to see what would take shape. "Was Yuka afraid when she died..."
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Post by ☾ on Apr 13, 2017 14:50:26 GMT -5
[GoogleFont=Raleway|Montserrat|Ubuntu] [attr="class","spevent1"]Damn him. Everything he was, everything he stood for and wanted to protect. She wanted it destroyed, eradicated. Bel couldn't fathom how or why he was intent on not battling. She had said such harmful and degrading things about and to him. But yet, he ate each insult. Chewed and swallowed them whole, without so much as a flinch to his resolve. This wrought iron will of his, it was completely ridiculous. There was no need for this personality! These actions, his resolve? Pointless! Stupid, useless, roundabout, annoying. Why hadn't she destroyed this pest yet! Just another roach among the swarm of filthy insects that needed to be destroyed. One swift boot was all he needed. But why couldn't she squish him? Why was he still here?? Her attack failed to slice and dice her enemy. Another miscalculation and failure on her part. She was off today, and it toyed with her patience. But nowhere near as strong as his words. Her eyes widened for a brief moment, only to lower and sharpen once more. "You talk as if you're any better! Don't you forget you too gave up your humanity! You're just as much a puppet as I am! You know nothing about m—!"Her words ceased. Body trembled in confusion, eyes looked onward as the male's lips captured hers. It was... strange. Foreign, warm... the moment she felt her own eyes slowly closing, there was a shaking in her temperament. Claws raised to push the other off. But he had already pulled away, but before he had done so, he muttered something. Something that evoked a cock of her brow. "Wh-what..?" Her inquiry wouldn't be answered. Instead, the world around her would begin to shift. Black. A strange darkness that felt... familiar? What was this? She had let her guard down. And he had done something. But what exactly was thi— The sounds of chatter in a classroom. Various voices. Children... classmates. Her eyes widened, shadows of various children would appear around her. Pointing, laughing, snickering. Their words garbled and muffled. But she knew... she knew exactly what they were saying. Claws gripped at the sides of her head. Eyes shut. This was some sort of illusion. I-it had to be. Her eyes opened once more, now she was surrounded by her sisters. Her body had morphed back to it's prior human form. She looked down at human hands. She thought she would never see this body again. The sounds of turmoil. Slashing, gashing, splatter. Her body shook, falling onto her knees with tears forming in her eyes. "They're all you have now", "I'll take them away too", "You don't want to be alone, right?" "Stop it, stop it, stop it!!" "I'll save you, all three of you", "You're far more useful than they say, y'know?", "They only put you down in fear you'll be better than them" "STOP IT!!" Claws gripped at the sides of her head. Tugging at the hairs of her head as tears fell onto the ground below. "You've done so much, but it's not enough. It will never be enough you know? Not the way you are now." The slashes and splatter rang through her head once more. Head quickly snapped upwards. Her sisters, sliced to bits. Coated in the crimson colored life fluid. Her eyes widened. No... no not them... th-they did nothing wrong... none of them did nothing wrong! "LEAVE ME ALONE! STOP IT, STOP IT!" Why would you take them? They... they were all she had left. Her breath hitched, the tears, they wouldn't stop... what had he done... "L-leave them alone... please."[ KAIL LANGE ] MADE FOR MOONLIGHT DENSETSU |
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Post by KAIL LANGE on Apr 14, 2017 20:34:15 GMT -5
[attr="class","smdbody3"] I know nothing... Tell me Bel. Show me...He closed his eyes, feeling the phantoms rise up around them. Shrouded in darkness, he had forced this, drinking in the fear and terror. Things he no longer felt himself, or so he thought. He watched, an observer to her own personal hell. She had been alone. The words echoed in his mind. Sin eater...The corruption faded, beneath it was the human. Her sisters were there. She looked surprised. This was who she said was dead. Who she never wanted to see again. His breathing hitched when he heard the words. You don't want to be alone, right?The last fragments of hope. Clutching to them at all costs. How close he had been, until he'd hit the edge. He would have done the same thing. He would have done the exact damn thing. Save the ones that matter. I was so weak...His eyes widened, watching the scene perpetuate itself. The blood, the alarm! They were ribbons. Alone... but more than anything else she wanted them to be safe. He bit his lip, moving forward. He quickly reached out, snapping the energy from her, shoving it to the nearest target. It had to expend somehow and normally he just stole it, gathering yet another nightmare he could conjure up some day. The impact of the still potent energy left him breathless, on his knees before the girl as it swarmed in his blood, in his mind. He was too weak to fight this. He didn't care, nothing scared him. He was a broken tool. His arms hung limply when something began to stir in the dark corridor in which they laid. A voice. His voice... A figure ran past, shaggy silver hair. He was carrying her closely, this skinny, bleeding girl. He hair cascaded over his arm. He bit his lip, his voice cracking. Kai watched the image, starting to clutch his own throat. The fragile girl in his arms reached to touch his cheek, smiling until her arm slipped away, down at her side. He kept running, the phantom moving in place before it stopped, fell and clutched the body, trembling. 'Comon Mercy... D-don't leave me...' he hiccuped, his chest tight. His heart wanted to crawl somewhere else, into a field of razor-blades, anywhere more comfortable than this. 'Don't go... The baby Mercy. I promised I'd take care of you,' he hugged the limp body. He could hear sirens. He knew he had to run. He couldn't take her with him. She was already gone. He laid her down on the concrete, pressing one last kiss to her forehead. He ran, alone again. The image faded, he was in an alley now. The dagger was in his hands. He looked at his neck in a piece of broken mirror in a junk heap. He closed his eyes, ready for the final moment. 'They always die because you think you can save them don't they...''It's because of you. You kill them Yuda. You're cursed. Anyone you ever love, they'll just die you know..'The figure in black chuckled, moving closer. 'You don't have to feel love, or be alone anymore. Knives don't have feelings do they. Wouldn't it just be so much easier to be a knife? Be a knife Yuda...'The figure sank, pushing the knife away. 'Good... Love is overrated. Come, I have work for you...Kai whimpered, forced to watch himself drink the bitter cup. Irony... His name in another tongue was Judas. His... real name. Raw, he was fucking raw. He stared at Bel, clenching his teeth. He wanted to end it. He couldn't take seeing any more of this. He held up his arm, using his dagger to slice a sizeable gash. Enough pain and he wouldn't be able to keep phantoms up. His powers were indeed stronger now, he could barely handle that. But that didn't matter. What have I done... Oh god...He reached for Bel, pulling her against his chest, needing the firm grip of reality. She could kill him for what he'd done to her. He felt dead already right now. He truly was a broken creature. "I never wanted to hurt you... Kill me, I... I can't fight you. Please..." he squeezed her, one hand reaching to gently slip in her hair, the claws tangling. "Hurting you... hurt me..."[attr="class","smdtags3"]Notes: His heart hurts ■ Tag: ☾ ■ OST: Begin Again | [attr="class","smdlyrics3"] begin [attr="class","mdlyric3"]again [attr="class","giveitlyric3"]I need not one thing more |
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Post by ☾ on Apr 17, 2017 16:57:30 GMT -5
[GoogleFont=Raleway|Montserrat|Ubuntu] [attr="class","spevent1"]Talons gripped at the sides of hr head, claws slowly moving to cover her face. A futile attempt to hide the emotion that had been shown only moments prior. How could she have let this happen? To have been so careless? Bel had somehow slipped up and allowed those dreaded emotions to resurface. And in broad daylight at that. Usually, she would be alone when those thoughts came to haunt her. And then, she could simply roll over in her bed and sleep them off. Shed her tears in silence and wipe them before they were seen by the others. But here, now, she had let her walls down. Those damned tears had pushed their way to the front, and he was to blame. This was all his fault. But, there was nothing she could do in this state. The monster would have to regain her composure before striking. And after seeing those ghastly images, she was sure it would take a moment of two to do so. The droplets of water continued to fall from her eyes. The thoughts of losing them, losing everything she was promised, it felt all too real. Claws slowly lowered from her face. A look of confusion painted against a wet face. These visions, they weren't hers. This wasn't her fear anymore, was it? No, not after she saw the figure that Bel would only attribute to being a younger version of the male who had also fallen to his knees. She blinked, wiping her eyes. Was he... was he showing her his own fears in return? Why? What was the premise of doing so? Did he have no combat ability? Was this his way of trying to lull her into a deep state of confusion before he took his strike? No, that wasn't it. She could see it. Through the images that were shown in front of her. He too had went through a great loss. A great pain. And in his moment of feeling useless, futile, defenseless; he was offered the same hand that she too had been offered. Albeit his being in the form of a beverage rather than a painful insertion. Bel wanted to speak out. But her body wouldn't allow it. Instead, she sat against the grass, mouth agape, and a stare of bewilderment. Was he... was he really her enemy? Her moment of a daze was brought to it's end by the sight of a dagger inflicting a wound. He.. he cut himself? A sequence of blinks took over. Soon after, she found herself in another embrace. Everything... it was happening so fast. Her chest was welling up with those sick emotions yet again. But, she found herself wrapping her arms back around his body. Was this what she had been missing? He didn't want to hurt her..? Why not? She had hurt him. It was only fair that he return the favor. Her eyes widened. A glossy finish to them. This was wrong. It was as if she had become what she hated the most. Their previous meeting replayed within her head. How she reduced him to a pile of his own blood before kicking him into the stands and fleeing crowd. Why? What did he do to deserve that? Save the group of innocent people? Was she not one of them only days ago? Talons gripped at the fabric of his shirt. Eyes lowered. A feeling of defeat washing over her. This... this wasn't what she wanted anymore. Her initial plan, it was tainted. That girl... Sailor Moon. Her light, it was so warm. Maybe... maybe she was right? She looked a lot like that girl... "Save me," she managed to whisper. "P-please."[ KAIL LANGE ] MADE FOR MOONLIGHT DENSETSU |
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Post by KAIL LANGE on Apr 19, 2017 22:18:16 GMT -5
[attr="class","smdbody3"]He shook his head, holding her as her words broke through the haze of darkness that surrounded her. He held her because she was scared. He held her because she was lost. He was lost... He held her because she needed him. There was no finality in him about it, no fatalistic wish. He hungered for it, just one greedy self-serving portion of the universe. His arms, tense, lean but strong stayed around her back as he curled his fingers against her shoulder. Calloused skin on her skin, he gripped, warm and vital. Blood, fresh and vibrant spilled, onto the grass, onto her clothes. Something he was no stranger too, something that would stop in time. A wound that was simple, not something unending. Save me.
P-please...The words lanced through him, piercing him. He staggered, clutching the girl for support, the monsters they'd both become. Following one after another into hell. It wasn't Mercy in his arms. It wasn't that battlefield drenched in night-soaked tendrils. He... remembered... The girl glowered at him, but he could see the weakness in her features, wrought by pain. He held her side, walking with her, getting her to safety.
Don't help me, I-I'm fine...
Shut-up and let me carry you!
I don't need you to!
She staggered and he had to slip an arm under her, admiring her resolve but throwing away her freedom to save her. She was stubborn but there were limits. Besides... she'd always done the same for him.
I can walk just fine...
He heard the growl, but shook his head when she winced in pain. He couldn't see her face clearly, or himself. The vision was so cloudy but the way he felt, he could remember that...
We do this together or not at all...
She shrank and he could tell she was scared, putting on a brave front.
I-I'm scared...
I know. I am too...
Don't leave me...
I'd rather cut off my own arm.
You're so morbid.
She blushed, then cringed when the pain took over. The voices in the distance. Chaos hounds. He held her to his chest.
It's time to go...
He smiled, a last moment to show they'd never truly be defeated.
The name was garbled.He pulled away, his eyes red from tears, from holding them back. He traced her cheek with his claw, familiar to him. Would she ever forgive him? He needed to be stronger, so much stronger. He refused to die and leave her behind. What was this world that kept sliding into his thoughts and dreams. Of ancient powers and princesses. But nothing hit him as sharply as that sensation of running. Why did the darkness always come for what mattered most to him? They never deserved it. His burden was heavy, he could carry it on his own. But he had forgotten how to live. What it meant to be alive, to have someone pull him from the brink. "Shhhh... I've got you. I'm not going to let them hurt you. Yuka, you don't have to do this alone," he kept his hands on her face, looking to her eyes, the shimmering colors, mismatched, like nebula blooms. Sailor Moon can save you...
But I will...
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