Fall of Chaos [T][P]
Jul 31, 2009 18:28:39 GMT -7
Post by Beautiful Rogue on Jul 31, 2009 18:28:39 GMT -7
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Naomi clutched the rose to her breast, tightening her grip around the stem, people were here, she could smell their stench. By the sounds of their actions, they were filthying up the environment here, which she had so painstakingly taken the time to clean up after her own foolish mistake. Another disgusting scent reached her nose, alcohol, they were under the influence, making them prime targets to her wrath, especially for wanting to ruin their dirty work. By the sounds of it, there was six of them, three males, two females, and one that she could not determine by sound or scent, which made her a little uncomfortable. Five regulars and one indeterminable, a strange combination, but she would rid herself of them soon enough for her not to be bothered by them.
As the voices proceeded closer, she found herself in the tree waiting for the six drunken...Teenagers? Fools who had wandered too far from their village it seemed. Well, too bad for them, she did not forgive stupidity easily, and her anger was only spurned as she watched as the tallest and most loud mouthed of all of the group whipped out his penis and proceeded to urinate on the roses she had so tenderly planted. He would die first, and he would die horribly. Her eyes burned with rage as he pulled his pants up, turned and yelled to his friends, about his marking of his territory. Faintly, she heard Sigfried growling from his position in the grass behind where they were, but he held his calm, for which she appreciated. She would be the one to murder them.
Her hands flashed though the hand seals, and in her right hand, a small burst of wind flared into existence, wrapping everything and sucking in all of the chakra around it. The ball shrank into the size of about a seed of a peach, and it floated weightlessly over her palm, then, in an instant, there was a small blast of wind, and the ball of chakra was inserted into the esophagus, his yell was cut short as he called out to his friends, all of which thought that his sudden loss of voice was the most hilarious thing that they had ever heard. So did he at first, trying to shrug off the fact he was choking on nothing and was assuming that he was just too drunk and suffocating on his tongue, a minor drawback, but as it became apparent that he could not dislodge the object, he became fearful, trying to call out for his friends who all assumed it was an act and were laughing even louder and more uproarious than ever.
The male fell to his knees, his breath short and his eyes red with pain and fear, and it was at this point that his friends began to realize something was up, but being drunk and obviously never having been in danger before, they froze and yelled, their minds working more sluggishly than the dumb brains normally would. Naomi scoffed at their worry, and their lack of ability to help, especially when the blond male struck the ground, face first, his body going limp and blood gushing to the ground from his nose at it snapped when she struck the ground. The girls screamed and shook their hands in horror, what had happened? Why did it happen? The other male, a dark skinned black haired male yelled at them to shut up so he could think about what to do. But sadly, that sealed his fate, he would die next, his assumption that the females could not help deciding his life.
"Your fate is....Decided"
It was merely a whisper, but the promise spoke volumes of her hatred.
Naomi clutched the rose to her breast, tightening her grip around the stem, people were here, she could smell their stench. By the sounds of their actions, they were filthying up the environment here, which she had so painstakingly taken the time to clean up after her own foolish mistake. Another disgusting scent reached her nose, alcohol, they were under the influence, making them prime targets to her wrath, especially for wanting to ruin their dirty work. By the sounds of it, there was six of them, three males, two females, and one that she could not determine by sound or scent, which made her a little uncomfortable. Five regulars and one indeterminable, a strange combination, but she would rid herself of them soon enough for her not to be bothered by them.
As the voices proceeded closer, she found herself in the tree waiting for the six drunken...Teenagers? Fools who had wandered too far from their village it seemed. Well, too bad for them, she did not forgive stupidity easily, and her anger was only spurned as she watched as the tallest and most loud mouthed of all of the group whipped out his penis and proceeded to urinate on the roses she had so tenderly planted. He would die first, and he would die horribly. Her eyes burned with rage as he pulled his pants up, turned and yelled to his friends, about his marking of his territory. Faintly, she heard Sigfried growling from his position in the grass behind where they were, but he held his calm, for which she appreciated. She would be the one to murder them.
Her hands flashed though the hand seals, and in her right hand, a small burst of wind flared into existence, wrapping everything and sucking in all of the chakra around it. The ball shrank into the size of about a seed of a peach, and it floated weightlessly over her palm, then, in an instant, there was a small blast of wind, and the ball of chakra was inserted into the esophagus, his yell was cut short as he called out to his friends, all of which thought that his sudden loss of voice was the most hilarious thing that they had ever heard. So did he at first, trying to shrug off the fact he was choking on nothing and was assuming that he was just too drunk and suffocating on his tongue, a minor drawback, but as it became apparent that he could not dislodge the object, he became fearful, trying to call out for his friends who all assumed it was an act and were laughing even louder and more uproarious than ever.
The male fell to his knees, his breath short and his eyes red with pain and fear, and it was at this point that his friends began to realize something was up, but being drunk and obviously never having been in danger before, they froze and yelled, their minds working more sluggishly than the dumb brains normally would. Naomi scoffed at their worry, and their lack of ability to help, especially when the blond male struck the ground, face first, his body going limp and blood gushing to the ground from his nose at it snapped when she struck the ground. The girls screamed and shook their hands in horror, what had happened? Why did it happen? The other male, a dark skinned black haired male yelled at them to shut up so he could think about what to do. But sadly, that sealed his fate, he would die next, his assumption that the females could not help deciding his life.
"Your fate is....Decided"
It was merely a whisper, but the promise spoke volumes of her hatred.