The loud sound of metal scratching together woke her from sleep. They had found a place between some rocks and just under an alcove so low they had to crawl out. She had been too tired from the giorno before and now something was happening. She mentally cursed herself before slipping out.
Terror was holding off some kind of psychic blow and the sword he had used lay broken in three pieces. Damn. I miss everything! She stretched before pulling out her own attack. Terror ducked down and rolled over to her before standing again.
“Two attackers. One has strong magic potential. The other has a bit of fear on her side.”
“Great. I'll take magic boy.”
“Duh.”
The two bumped fists before the successivo attack, not entirely sure why they did. Becca murmured a spell and her body shimmered. Her outfit changed to a navy blue chimono, kimono with white flowers. The sides were diviso, spalato from the hip, perfect for fighting. She looked at her opponent.
His hair was black, eyes purely gold. He had a black camicia that exposed his chest; it was tucked into black trousers and he wore black boots like her own. Her eyes narrowed.
“Knew te weren't dead.”
He gave a small smirk and lifted the cappuccio over his head.
“C'mon baby bird. Let's see those skills te claim to have.”
He skidded backwards under her attack, looking at the scratches forming on his arms. Don't let her get in another blow. o it'll be unleashed for sure. He looked up in time to dodge another attack. He stretched his arm out, enveloping her in his demonic grasp. He slammed her down and was thrown backwards da another blow. He got to his knees and watched her appear through the dust.
Her long silver hair was tied in a pony tail, her black uniform short and form-fitting. Her eyes were blue and held something like sorrowful resignation. The sword at her side had been put away and her skin was oddly white. He looked up at her then down at the ground. She now knelt in front of him.
“I'm sorry.”
“You've been here the whole time.”
She nodded gently and he didn't need to see it to know. His muscles tensed under her touch.
“It's not what te think, *An. “
“No. It's not.”
“I had no choice.”
“You died Lu.”
“Not exactly but...I can't tell te any more.”
“So you've been sent to terminate us.”
“No. Stall.”
He didn't reply, but she knew what was going through his head.
“You can't understand it. We have no choice. And...”
“Hush. I've missed te to.”
She fell into his arms and her tears fell once she felt his arms around her again. She pecked his lips like she'd always done. When they did pull away, he nodded firmly to her.
“Do what te came to do.”
Her eyes filled with regret once più before her fear-poisoned nails dug into his skin. When she saw the fuoco light in his eyes she pulled away as the real monster took form.
*An is pronounced like Ahn not as in an apple. :)
Terror was holding off some kind of psychic blow and the sword he had used lay broken in three pieces. Damn. I miss everything! She stretched before pulling out her own attack. Terror ducked down and rolled over to her before standing again.
“Two attackers. One has strong magic potential. The other has a bit of fear on her side.”
“Great. I'll take magic boy.”
“Duh.”
The two bumped fists before the successivo attack, not entirely sure why they did. Becca murmured a spell and her body shimmered. Her outfit changed to a navy blue chimono, kimono with white flowers. The sides were diviso, spalato from the hip, perfect for fighting. She looked at her opponent.
His hair was black, eyes purely gold. He had a black camicia that exposed his chest; it was tucked into black trousers and he wore black boots like her own. Her eyes narrowed.
“Knew te weren't dead.”
He gave a small smirk and lifted the cappuccio over his head.
“C'mon baby bird. Let's see those skills te claim to have.”
He skidded backwards under her attack, looking at the scratches forming on his arms. Don't let her get in another blow. o it'll be unleashed for sure. He looked up in time to dodge another attack. He stretched his arm out, enveloping her in his demonic grasp. He slammed her down and was thrown backwards da another blow. He got to his knees and watched her appear through the dust.
Her long silver hair was tied in a pony tail, her black uniform short and form-fitting. Her eyes were blue and held something like sorrowful resignation. The sword at her side had been put away and her skin was oddly white. He looked up at her then down at the ground. She now knelt in front of him.
“I'm sorry.”
“You've been here the whole time.”
She nodded gently and he didn't need to see it to know. His muscles tensed under her touch.
“It's not what te think, *An. “
“No. It's not.”
“I had no choice.”
“You died Lu.”
“Not exactly but...I can't tell te any more.”
“So you've been sent to terminate us.”
“No. Stall.”
He didn't reply, but she knew what was going through his head.
“You can't understand it. We have no choice. And...”
“Hush. I've missed te to.”
She fell into his arms and her tears fell once she felt his arms around her again. She pecked his lips like she'd always done. When they did pull away, he nodded firmly to her.
“Do what te came to do.”
Her eyes filled with regret once più before her fear-poisoned nails dug into his skin. When she saw the fuoco light in his eyes she pulled away as the real monster took form.
*An is pronounced like Ahn not as in an apple. :)
Hair:
Where i was originally born, i was royalty. Chosen immediately because my hair was white. In my tribe white hair was a rarity. And that child would become the Queen o king at the earliest time possible. I became Queen at the age of eight. I was wiser than i sounded. I was terrifying, yet generous. I helped and protected when ever necessary. But When my indecent occurred, and i was banished i left. And i was replaced da a new queen. A seven anno old girl with short white hair. At that time i had long white hair.
It was to grow out for however long i was ruling. Now i had to cut. It was custom. Now i cut and left my hair grow out at what ever pace i choose. But as i look at my hair and see it flow, the pain flows too. The past i had. I loved it so. But it was part of my cursed color of hair that i became who i am. but then without it now...who would i be? Would i be here? Would i have the Friends i do now?
Where i was originally born, i was royalty. Chosen immediately because my hair was white. In my tribe white hair was a rarity. And that child would become the Queen o king at the earliest time possible. I became Queen at the age of eight. I was wiser than i sounded. I was terrifying, yet generous. I helped and protected when ever necessary. But When my indecent occurred, and i was banished i left. And i was replaced da a new queen. A seven anno old girl with short white hair. At that time i had long white hair.
It was to grow out for however long i was ruling. Now i had to cut. It was custom. Now i cut and left my hair grow out at what ever pace i choose. But as i look at my hair and see it flow, the pain flows too. The past i had. I loved it so. But it was part of my cursed color of hair that i became who i am. but then without it now...who would i be? Would i be here? Would i have the Friends i do now?
Eyes:
My eyes are cast as a clear Silver. It helps pull the information from my target. And when my eyes glow, it only glows brighter, no need to change color. At one point my eye color showed dominance. Nothing got passed me. I saw it all.
But after i was over throw i was looked down upon. Like i was nothing. I felt hurt. Then my eyes glowed. Like a cursed child, my body levitated from the ground and i gained many gasps. And curses. I destroyed my tribe. The nation i once protected, now needed protection. And worse, from me.
I can never look into a mirror now, those eyes that pierce themselves into my soul. That make me feel my own inflicted pain. I cannot look into someones eyes and hear them say i am beautiful. Because i wont believe it.
My eyes are cast as a clear Silver. It helps pull the information from my target. And when my eyes glow, it only glows brighter, no need to change color. At one point my eye color showed dominance. Nothing got passed me. I saw it all.
But after i was over throw i was looked down upon. Like i was nothing. I felt hurt. Then my eyes glowed. Like a cursed child, my body levitated from the ground and i gained many gasps. And curses. I destroyed my tribe. The nation i once protected, now needed protection. And worse, from me.
I can never look into a mirror now, those eyes that pierce themselves into my soul. That make me feel my own inflicted pain. I cannot look into someones eyes and hear them say i am beautiful. Because i wont believe it.
That's right! I'm still waiting on the descrizione from Robin_Love, but the successivo Young Justice Episode has some spoilers and news.
Young Justice Invasion
Episode 8: "Satisfaction"
Description: N/A
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SPOILERS: So far, all I have is Miss Martian mind rapes someone.
UPDATE: That "someone" is supposedly Superboy when he tries to save Tigress/Aqualad.
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I know! I know! Not much! But instead of ten consecutive bacheca posts, this will be updated. So check back daily!!!!
Young Justice Invasion
Episode 8: "Satisfaction"
Description: N/A
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SPOILERS: So far, all I have is Miss Martian mind rapes someone.
UPDATE: That "someone" is supposedly Superboy when he tries to save Tigress/Aqualad.
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I know! I know! Not much! But instead of ten consecutive bacheca posts, this will be updated. So check back daily!!!!
Copy
"WELL I FEEL FUCKING COPIED" -Mclovin_69
Guys, lets be serious. Since Artemis got pregnant, at least 10 (if not more) OCs have gotton pregnant.
Mclovin and I came up with the unique, never-before-used RP idea together and its kind of annoying te guys continue to copy.
I know it sounds kind of cocky and full of ourselves but weather te conciously knew what te were doing o not. te did.
Honestly, me and Mclovin aren't very happy with it. And sick of our idea being used and no one ever even asked if they could. They just took it.
And in general, when te copy anyone. Its so irritating to see someone take your idea te worked to come up with. So guys. Come up with your own ideas. I know te can do it. te guys come up with your own OCs so make your own ideas.
"WELL I FEEL FUCKING COPIED" -Mclovin_69
Guys, lets be serious. Since Artemis got pregnant, at least 10 (if not more) OCs have gotton pregnant.
Mclovin and I came up with the unique, never-before-used RP idea together and its kind of annoying te guys continue to copy.
I know it sounds kind of cocky and full of ourselves but weather te conciously knew what te were doing o not. te did.
Honestly, me and Mclovin aren't very happy with it. And sick of our idea being used and no one ever even asked if they could. They just took it.
And in general, when te copy anyone. Its so irritating to see someone take your idea te worked to come up with. So guys. Come up with your own ideas. I know te can do it. te guys come up with your own OCs so make your own ideas.