FOR THE MANJI WHO COULD EVER LOVE ME? She stood there, bloodthristy, her humanity stripped away. She was far from human and had a hunger for meat. There wasn't much for her to do, she had taken her self away from all of her friends, her family, the temple. Blood. The smell of her own blood haunted her. She no longer dawned elegance and her own nobility. Instead she appeared to be nothing more than a wandering peasant. Her black coat stained with her own redness, holes and tears from the blades that plagued her. The relic on her back, pressed to her still, continued to drip from its own wound. The white fur along her collar was now burgundy, brown, and matted. Her leggings nothing more than old grey sweats covered with dirt and the excess of her self. She was nothing more than a woman waiting for death to come to her. But still, he sought answers. She sought a promise. . . . but now she stood a monster in the torn remains of a woman that once was. Their god had all but abandoned them. All of her emotions had run recklessly and now she stood a monster. She was towards the edge of the city, wandering trying to keep her rage in balance. She walked, prowling, waiting. She wasn't going to kill any innocents. But just because she didn't want to, didn't mean she wouldn't. A man, a farmer, perhaps even a fisherman would throw a rock at the woman. She would turn, sprinting at her first meal. She would devour him. After all, who would stop her?
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Final Breath [Red][Varian]
Fri Apr 27, 2018 3:11 pm
Sat Apr 28, 2018 3:05 am
Even in his short travel to Dahlia, varian had fallen down a dark spiral, one that would have him kicked out of fairy tail as soon as he showed up in magnolia. He planned to leave when he could but he couldn't leave just yet.
He stepped over the dead man's body and just kept on walking down the road, looking for his next victim, he was smoldering with anger, he had no idea who he was and he was in a dangerous mood, and he was ready to do dangerous things. He heard a crash and a crunch, he peeked through the brush and saw a lycan feasting on a dead fisherman. Varian didn't hesitate to launch his own attack. He took in a deep breath while the lycan continued to feast, he could only hope the scent of the blood overpowered his own. He expelled the air from his mouth, creating a beam of white air that was .5 meters wide. It would close the distance of 15 meters in no time flat. It would dig into the left arm of the lycan, going about 6 inches in, making the arm practically useless in a fight with all the torn tissue and muscle. He was prepared to fight, but he wasn't gonna die. He snapped his fingers, summoning white air anklets. he pressed his legs to the ground and jumped five meters up on to a branch, he hoped it would give him a bit of a trajectory edge, but all he could do was hope.
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- Varian:
- Name: Howl of the Wind Demon
Rank: A
Mana Cost: 200
Requirements: Wind Demon Slayer Magic
Type: Offensive
Element: Wind/Light
Range: 20 Meters
Cooldown: 4 Posts
Duration: Instant
Effect: The caster widens their stance and spreads their legs apart. The caster then leans their head back and begins to consume air. The user stores this air in their lungs momentarily. During this short time the wind is infused with magic and gains a white color. Upon exhale a beam that is .5 meters wide will shoot out. The beam can travel 20 meters before stopping. If it connects with an opponent it does A-rank piercing damage
Name: Jets
Rank: D
Mana Cost: 25
Requirements: Wind demon slayer Magic
Type: Supp.
Element: Wind/light
Range: 5 Meters
Cooldown: 1 Posts
Duration: Instant
Effect: the user snaps their fingers and anklets of white wind will appear the casters ankles. This allows the caster to jump 5 meters instead of their normal height and length. Using this spell allows the caster to evade spells and reach heights that they couldn’t before.
Sat Apr 28, 2018 2:52 pm
FOR THE MANJI WHO COULD EVER LOVE ME? He had a deathwish. Twenty meters from her, he was no more than a two seconds away if she sprinted towards him, which would be the exact action she would take. There was no reason to fight back the pain and the spells themselves. She could endure the pain. Her larger form was nothing more than a larger target. She was no longer the small woman she was before, but a large beast. Naturally, she would seek out more attention and attract more hunters. Her left arm would break under the impact of his magic, but her own adrenaline would cease the pain. Her left arm was unusable for this skirmish, but she would not lose feeling, not yet. She would move towards the man, jumping and meeting him face to face. Her right hand would extend to grab hold of his neck. The smell of him was different than the meal she had all but finished. She would grab hold of the man by his neck and she would squeeze the life out of him. Either he would struggle and make his own final breath, or her grip would rip it from him. After, there would no longer be a need to fight.
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Sat Apr 28, 2018 3:07 pm
Blackness consumed him, somehow, even though he knew he had just died, he still regained some form of consciousness at this moment. Slowly, 13 glittering lights formed in the darkness and slowly walked over. Varian knew them, they were the gods of the zodiac, his zodiac. And like a flood everything surged back to him, Elexia, his mother, kerii, Celia, everyoe. He had been calling himself the wrong name for quite some time now. He was not Varian Chevalier, he was Syliph Kamae.
Syliph looked up at the gods who held out their hands, welcoming him in, "Its been quite some time, Syliph. Our people have flourished, and now you can watch over them with us. You will once again b the guardian of the zodiac." Capricorn said. Syliph nodded, he was sad for his time to end, but now he could protect his people in a different way. A way so they could flourish and hopefully even come out of the darkness one day and thrive.
-dead-
Sat Apr 28, 2018 3:16 pm
FOR THE MANJI WHO COULD EVER LOVE ME? He had died, it was just another life she claimed before the end of it all. His body lifelessly would fall, just as she would. She would return to normal, her body scarred and bloodied. Her arm broken in several pieces. She had lived another day, another day to her demise. She would be a human, in her tattered clothing, falling back to the ground. She would faint, her mind fading. Her right side hitting the ground first, her arm breaking the fall, as well as itself. The other man would lay upon hay, having comforting his own fall. Whoever he was, he was surely a man of the people, or perhaps just someone who wanted to pick a fight. Chisu was in no state to ponder these thoughts. Her mind was escaping her. But it would be okay. The caretaker would find her soon enough, and he would take her to her destination. She had tried to stay away from others to spare lives, but instead she claimed another. This was her fate. Death would forever surround Chisu. The Manji clan had taken from their people and given them all promises. There was no telling what their god could truly grant anyone, nor what this revival would bring them. It was all a guess. All a guess to return to their old lives. /end
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