SPOOKY Neko Nights [x2 Event Training] [Minh 570, Wolfy 260]
Nov 6, 2016 20:25:53 GMT -7
Post by Nekomata Minh on Nov 6, 2016 20:25:53 GMT -7
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Post 3-6
(??/20)
Twin Used: Junko
Deathko, was losing her mind. She couldn't hold herself together. The visions of all these damned villagers. Throwing rocks at Krystal, throwing rocks at Fumiko. These disgusting morsels. Her eyes bleed hatred. Anger. Unrelenting rage. No remorse. No common sense. No regard for human life. Her soul was drinking in her rage, and taking into every fiber of her being. Junko on the inside was being paralyzed as the weight of it all was suppressing her spiritual form down almost to the point she felt like everything was caving in.
Deathko's soul would lash out randomly in electrical outbursts as she, tried so very hard to ignore the whispers. But they grew louder. The ignorance. Grew stronger. She was no longer in control as she was slowly breaking away. Tears quickly rolling down her face as she slipped into insanity. She'd be shivering terribly as Krystal held her. She's soften into, Krystal's body but was still so very broken. Hearing the words, but not understanding them. Her body felt cold, as it held tightly onto Krystal, her lips tightly sealed onto the base of where Krystal's neck and her lateral connected. However her teeth wouldn't press down enough. Not even her canines would break skin as she was too fragile.
Her voice would come out rugged and frail. "I...I can't......I can't,.....I can't, I can't, I can't....." She weeped. The rocks flying. The disrespectful comments. She'd grip tighter....and tighter....and tighter. Her nails sunk deep into Krystal's hair before she'd suddenly push Krystal away hard. Stumbling back. As her soul began to whiplash and, a dark aura consumed her body. The rocks would only fall short until the minion had no more to throw. And do they charged. Hard and fast. The heat would be intense but, they did not care.
And so a strong force would flare out the moment, they got near her. The dark matter began to fade before, a bright red glare was able to be seen. A dark red chakra looking embodiment of a dragon would flare out before Deathko would roar out loudly, along with it. Her mabuki tattoo covering most of her body in tribal patterns as the ground below her was set ablaze. Deathko's voice would ring out throughout the area. But not in a sassy punk rockish tone. But in the tone of a female demon being unleashed. "DEATH TO ALLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!" The minions would hesitate. But, then would wise up feeling unfazed before charging again. One would send a punch to Deathko and it would connect. Her head would move over to the right and, sit there.
She did not move of a few seconds. The warlocks watching on interested. She would not make a single sound as her head slowly turned towards the minion staring at him with a dark intent.
Then suddenly her left hand would grip its face tightly. Very tightly making it yell in agony before, Deathko would harshly snap it neck with a strong punch with her right hand. Bu that wasn't enough for her. Her left hand turning into a blade before being sent into the minions chest the forced up through him splattering her with its blood. Her look unfazed. She was past even her first stage of madness. And all she saw was violence...
Post 3-6
(??/20)
Twin Used: Junko
Deathko, was losing her mind. She couldn't hold herself together. The visions of all these damned villagers. Throwing rocks at Krystal, throwing rocks at Fumiko. These disgusting morsels. Her eyes bleed hatred. Anger. Unrelenting rage. No remorse. No common sense. No regard for human life. Her soul was drinking in her rage, and taking into every fiber of her being. Junko on the inside was being paralyzed as the weight of it all was suppressing her spiritual form down almost to the point she felt like everything was caving in.
Deathko's soul would lash out randomly in electrical outbursts as she, tried so very hard to ignore the whispers. But they grew louder. The ignorance. Grew stronger. She was no longer in control as she was slowly breaking away. Tears quickly rolling down her face as she slipped into insanity. She'd be shivering terribly as Krystal held her. She's soften into, Krystal's body but was still so very broken. Hearing the words, but not understanding them. Her body felt cold, as it held tightly onto Krystal, her lips tightly sealed onto the base of where Krystal's neck and her lateral connected. However her teeth wouldn't press down enough. Not even her canines would break skin as she was too fragile.
Her voice would come out rugged and frail. "I...I can't......I can't,.....I can't, I can't, I can't....." She weeped. The rocks flying. The disrespectful comments. She'd grip tighter....and tighter....and tighter. Her nails sunk deep into Krystal's hair before she'd suddenly push Krystal away hard. Stumbling back. As her soul began to whiplash and, a dark aura consumed her body. The rocks would only fall short until the minion had no more to throw. And do they charged. Hard and fast. The heat would be intense but, they did not care.
And so a strong force would flare out the moment, they got near her. The dark matter began to fade before, a bright red glare was able to be seen. A dark red chakra looking embodiment of a dragon would flare out before Deathko would roar out loudly, along with it. Her mabuki tattoo covering most of her body in tribal patterns as the ground below her was set ablaze. Deathko's voice would ring out throughout the area. But not in a sassy punk rockish tone. But in the tone of a female demon being unleashed. "DEATH TO ALLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!" The minions would hesitate. But, then would wise up feeling unfazed before charging again. One would send a punch to Deathko and it would connect. Her head would move over to the right and, sit there.
She did not move of a few seconds. The warlocks watching on interested. She would not make a single sound as her head slowly turned towards the minion staring at him with a dark intent.
Then suddenly her left hand would grip its face tightly. Very tightly making it yell in agony before, Deathko would harshly snap it neck with a strong punch with her right hand. Bu that wasn't enough for her. Her left hand turning into a blade before being sent into the minions chest the forced up through him splattering her with its blood. Her look unfazed. She was past even her first stage of madness. And all she saw was violence...