Crimson Massacre [Mission]

[Ren Homma "Nazo"]

[atrb=border,0,true][bg=212121][atrb=width,500,true] — HOW SAD WOULD IT BE... SHOULD LAUGHTER DISAPPEAR He had received the summons approximately an hour ago. The messenger hadn't told him much, only that his assistance was required at a certain location approximately an hour's travel outside of the village towards the north west. At first the mortician could only wonder what had made it so that the Kazekage had to request his specific assistance, but after minutes of delegation with his own personal demons, he figured it must have been a murder of sorts. Oh he couldn't have been more correct. He could already smell the stench of the rotting corpses when he was ten minutes away from the scene. It was so profuse and grotesque that any sane man would have crumbled to the ground heaving his lunch, or rather dinner in this case, onto the dusty dunes. However the smell did not bother the mortician. He simply continued onward, his once bored expression now turning to a playful grin. He was actually excited to see just what had happened to these poor sods. Slowly his pace down to a walk once he was a couple of minutes of travel away, Nazo had to come to the top of a dusty dune hill before he could see the scene in the small desert chasm ravine below. The sands had been dyed crimson with their blood. Their entrails were thrown about the various carts as though some sort of vulture-esque creature had managed to get a hold of them, but was not interested in the meat, per say. Everything was crimson with the blood. The canvas covers of the carts were stained crimson from the intestines tossed about them. The clothes of the caravaneers were tattered and dyed a luscious ruby red. Carefully lowering himself into the ravine Nazo took a closer look at the seven corpses. Obviously some sort of battle had taken place, that much he deduced by the katanas lodge into the sandstone cliff face. So they had at least fought back. Perhaps they knew they were being followed then? Which left only a single question, just what had been following them? Looking around the scene of devastation the mortician began to deduce that whatever had done this certainly was not human. Either that or had an inhuman partner. Many of the caravaneers' faces were marred with large gashes that appeared as though they had been bitten into by some sort of wolf or maybe slashed off by some grisly bear. However something else seemed to be a miss, and Nazo noticed this by the time he approached the fourth corpse. All of his guests to be were incomplete. He looked back to the first corpse he had seen. That one was missing his eyes, both of them. Nazo had originally assumed maybe an animal had gouged them out, but no, the other's had their's. Looking now to the second corpse, he remembered seeing that one with a torn open chest cavity with the ribs flung about to and fro. Her heart was missing. The third corpse's vocal chords had been torn out of her throat. This fourth one was missing their lungs. Moving onward now he took note of the other three. The fifth one lost his intestines, but that looked to be as though flung all over the canvas tarps... Ah there it is, his spleen. The sixth one had been scalped. The seventh. He was torn apart so badly it was difficult to tell, but after several long moments Nazo deduced his right arm and left leg were taken. Quite odd this case was. All of his guests were incomplete. Murdered. Also, none of the supplies that were being carried to Suna were stolen. So then... what was this murderer after? Did they simply take the missing pieces as souvenirs? Or perhaps... were they up to something greater? Nazo couldn't tell by the life of him, but judging by the blood splatter that continued onward out of the ravine, the culprit was possibly wounded. "Khehe, so this has become a rabbit hunt. Well then, let's see which rabbit is being hunted." Words: 681 TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN

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[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true]this could be suicide, a kiss with these 795 --- --- made by akemi She sprawled in the sand, blood red eyes gazing up at the purplish sky. Nimble fingers tied off a snow white bandage that had been wrapped around her bleeding midsection. It was not a serious wound; the shinobi that had inflicted it thought he had succeeded in damaging her, but he had barely cut through the skin with his gleaming katana before she had gutted him. The wound had bled, though, throughout the rest of her slaughter and her journey away from the scene. What a pesky problem it had been, though it was now solved. She had not been pursued, that she knew for sure, and so it was safe to sit among the dunes and recuperate for a short while. After she had recovered... Her path had yet to be determined. By now, there would be at least one person investigating the massacre... she could return to the scene and continue where she had left off, perhaps. Yes. That was certainly an attractive option. She had not spilled enough blood for her satisfaction. Painting the dunes as scarlet as her eyes, now that was a worthy pastime, and perhaps one that would satisfy her lust. Despite having taken seven lives while the night was young, the woman itched to kill again, to bathe in blood until her formerly pristine white blouse was permanently stained red, until she had had her fill of stripping supple flesh from milky white bone, until the desert had been transformed from the picture of serenity to a hell woven by madness and formed by the screams of the damned. The image made her smile, a bloodthirsty smile of reddened lips and stained teeth that reminded one of a demon, driven from the depths of hell to cause eternal torment among the living. Rising to her feet, swaying, the woman laughed, a bone-chilling cackle that sent shivers down her own spine. She had feasted once this night, and she was more than ready to tear into another tasty morsel. How would her next victim fall? Would she spear through the tender flesh of his belly and rip out the organs, carve symbols into the delicate flesh until he died from blood loss, crack open his skull and pull out his gray matter? Would he scream as she peeled blackened flesh away to reveal the bone beneath, or would she tear out his larynx before he got the chance? The possibilities filled her with glee. There were so many ways to kill a man, she could kill one a day for the rest of her life and hardly ever, if at all, repeat methods. And then she was off, speeding towards the location of her latest kills with a speed fueled by newly found energy. Her scraggly emerald hair, tangled and knotted due to poor care, matted with copious amounts of dried blood, streamed behind her. The desert heat had sapped the moisture out of it, and had dried the blood in her clothing remarkably quickly. She had always enjoyed the desert, especially when it had been her home. So many places to dump corpses, an ever-changing landscape that rid itself of all evidence of brutality carried out upon it... yes, the desert was heaven on earth. Perhaps that was why she was always drawn to it, like a moth to flame, time and time again. Upon nearing the ravine, she did indeed spot a man that remained one of the living. Ah, but he wouldn't be living for very much longer, would he? She was far too tempted already to simply incapacitate him, truss him up and bring him with her. Oh, yes, he would provide many nights of entertainment if she wished to allow him to keep his life. A moment after the thought entered her mind, she shook her head. No. This was not the time to play at taking captives. He might not be the only one around. He could be a decoy, meant to lure her in, cause her to lower her guard long enough to end her. No, this ivory-haired man would be her eighth kill tonight, and nothing more. After she formed a few hand seals, a dense ball of white flame formed between her hands, pulsing as she held it, like it too was eager for blood. Then she flung the ball at the man, hoping to catch him off guard. Several more hand seals later, a large ball of fire tumbled down to where the man was standing, bursting into a wall of flames that would surely consume him unless he was quick enough to avoid it. "Such a pretty man, heehee~" she murmured, eyes alight. "Such a shame to have to die to the Sunflower Queen~" red knives, you're my perfect lie

Techniques Used:
Katon: Konpaku Toro
Katon: Zukkoku

[Ren Homma "Nazo"]

[atrb=border,0,true][bg=212121][atrb=width,500,true] — HOW SAD WOULD IT BE... SHOULD LAUGHTER DISAPPEAR "Sadly the rabbit hunt will have to wait for now," his eyes trailed back down to the cadavers and seemed to harden. He knew what he had to do and he immediately set to it. Reaching with one pale hand, his long spindly fingers grasped a purple scroll and before long flipped it open. Upon unraveling the scroll a large volume of smoke would signal the appearance of her, the dark spider. With her hand-like feet sinking into the sand by several feet, and still not vanishing completely, she lowered herself so her master could use her as a sort of, carrier. A flick of the mortician's finger and several clicks could be heard before a distinct creak resounded in the chasm. The thorax of the dark spider's body opened up much akin to how a flower bud blooms. Once open, one would be able to see the vast compartment within her easily capable of storing several human bodies, just as the mortician was planning to do today. So the mortician took his time gathering the bodies now that the dark spider was here. He didn't feel the need to rush, not because he knew that the murderer was wounded, but because of something else he knew. They would likely return. Murderers like this always did. They were usually a psychotic sort of breed, murderers that would pull something this wonderful, and Nazo knew quite well how they thought. They always returned or at least lingered around. If not for the purpose of seeing how others react to their handiwork, like those that perform the actions in city streets, then perhaps to see if they can ensnare another victim at the same scene. They were always like moths to a flame, psychopaths. Finishing with relocating the bodies, Nazo made a small gesture with his hand and the dark spider locked her thorax closed again with another series of rather loud clicks. Afterwards she rose up to her full height before turning toward her master easily dislodging her hands from the sand that threatened to swallow them. Then, as suddenly as she had appeared, a large volume of smoke concealed her form, allowing her to begone once again. "My guests have been collected. The bells will soon toll. Then I shall see what kind of beast this rabbit really is." A dangerous grin threatened to split his face, the mortician was thoroughly excited for what was to come. Several minutes of waiting within the chasm passed and Nazo had taken the time to summon another one of his creations before it submerged itself beneath the sand. He appeared to be still examining the scene of the disaster when he heard the distinct sound of sand shuffling unnaturally. Someone was approaching, however friend or foe, he knew not. His answer came soon enough, for as he was leaning over pretending to be examining the bloody canvas tarp, a large sum of fire hit him square in the back. Immediately straightening upward and even bending backwards a bit, the man held a distinct pained expression on his face. It remained so for several moments before that dangerous grin appeared again and his body fell away as though made of sand. He appeared again behind the strange woman, his voice reaching out to her like a serpent ready to strike at the rabbit, "Sunflower Queen? Khehe, a fitting name I suppose, but a sunflower cannot reap a death god." That moment chakra danced at the finger tips of his left hand commanding his creation below the dunes, and also along his right hand sharpening and extending, turning his hand into a lethal blade. At that moment he took a strike towards the strange woman, aiming for her heart. There was no doubt in his mind, she was the rabbit and he was the hunter. "Hello little rabbit." Words: 643 TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN

TECHNIQUES/ITEMS USED:
-Ankokukumo Scroll
-Shinigami Scroll

-Kawarimi [Body Replacement]
-Chakra no Mesu [Chakra Scalpel]

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[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true]this could be suicide, a kiss with these 427 --- --- made by akemi It seemed he was a craftier sort than the ones she had killed earlier, something the madwoman was already thankful for. Easy fights were just disappointing, not worth the time or chakra - and though she had aimed to kill immediately, she had been hoping he would find a way to evade the hungry flames, and prove that her return had been worthwhile. And oh, he had. Her excitement grew when the white flame impacted, which surely would kill him... unless, that is, he had replaced himself with sand. "What a clever man." she murmured. Forming the Ram hand seal, she disappeared, leaving a whirl of sand. Upon her reappearance fifteen feet away from her original position - where the pretty man had now appeared - she formed a few hand seals, causing any particles in the air, stretching from her person to half a meter beyond her foe, to burst into little flickers of flame. It wouldn't hurt him... much. But it would burn. She loved how people screamed as they burned, flesh blackening, roasting them to a tasty crisp. Gazing intently at him, she focused all of her killer intent, all her lust for blood, thrill for battle, and desire to end him - using these feelings as an invisible arrow shot at him, in the hopes of freezing him where he stood. If he was strong, it would not hold him long - but perhaps it would hold him long enough for a blast of white-hot fire to sear into his sight and blind him, for three kunai, with explosive tags affixed, to reach him. Perhaps when they did, he would be caught in the full force of the explosions, and little chunks of him would rain down to the sand with his blood. The thought made her giggle with murderous glee. She moved back further with the use of the Body Flicker, a full thirty feet away from where she had stood mere moments before. It may have seemed as if she was preparing to flee, but no, the Sunflower Queen was merely being cautious. She did not know what the man was capable of, besides the fact that he was fast - not as fast as she, though - and crafty enough to be her match in intelligence. With any luck, she would be able to wound him quickly - and then, oh, she could move in for the kill. It would be slow, it would be painful, he would lay for many hours upon the sand before he expired, and she would enjoy every second of it. red knives, you're my perfect lie

Techniques Used:
Shunshin no Jutsu - 2 [1 hand seal each]
Katon: Nensho [5 hand seals]
Kanashibari no Jutsu [N/A]
Katon: Homura Fukumen [2 hand seals]

Items Used:
Kunai - 3
Explosive Tags - 3

[Ren Homma "Nazo"]

[atrb=border,0,true][bg=212121][atrb=width,500,true] — HOW SAD WOULD IT BE... SHOULD LAUGHTER DISAPPEAR When she vanished from his sight, a murderous grin spread across his face. Oh it had been far too long since he had had the chance to fight like this. It had perhaps been as long as his confrontation with that iwa commander so long ago back during that war. Yes, it was likely that long ago that he was last able to truly experience it. The joys of the possibility of losing your life in an instant. That thrill for the hunt. Feeling the space around him increase in heat suddenly the mortician instinctively leaped into the air before landing a good several meters away from that location yet closer to the woman's place as well. It was lucky for him that he moved when he had, because just as he landed three explosions rang out in the area where he had just stood. She was a crafty one, that woman, however she seemed to be oblivious to the movements beneath her own feet as Nazo's fingers danced ever so slightly beneath his cloak. Or at least they would have had he not suddenly found it rather difficult to move. "Khe, what do you know." It took him precious moments to break the grasp on her invisible arrow, but by the time he had, it had been too late for her. The effect had taken hold just a little too late for her taste. He suspected she had intended that Paralysis Technique, as Nazo assumed it to be since he too was capable of performing it, to hold him in place while those tags blew him to bits. Well too sad for her, they missed their mark. His murderous grin never once left his face even as he was briefly immobile. However now with his sights set on his prey he took the moment to talk, "You seem to be a rather intelligent little rabbit. Khehe, I believe you'll make a fine addition..." His fingers danced beneath the sleeve of his cloak once more, "To my Collection." Large construct tendrils would erupt from beneath the sand. They writhed to and fro as they all lashed out toward her from every direction as they broke free of their sandy concealment right below her very feet. Each of the six visible tendrils would attempt to wrap themselves around her body, and if successful, attempt to squeeze the life out of her. However that was not the only thing in the works against the bloody thirsty wench. Nazo raised his right hand before flaring his fingers outward. Chakra threads, likely invisible to her, would then lash out towards her in an attempt to not attach themselves to her body, but rather wrap around her neck or arm and strangle. "Little rabbit, little rabbit, those tricks were not nice." He performed a couple of seals, "Then again neither are mine." Taking note of the direction of the wind being in his favor, the mortician would then spew a thick cloud of purple, poisonous mist, from his maw towards the woman. It if would not reach her, then at least it would act as a small cover for the mortician so he might prepare his next assault. Words: 533 TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN

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[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true]this could be suicide, a kiss with these 414 --- --- made by akemi The delay in the activation of the Kanashibari was disappointing, bringing a little frown to her face. No chunks of flesh would rain down upon the desert... not yet, anyway. Affixing more tags to kunai, she sent three flying, expression soured, intent on hitting him at least once. The desire to see him blown to bits overrode common sense momentarily as another set of kunai flew after the first. He stopped to speak. She did not listen, sending large bullets of fire chasing after the kunai, eyes guarded. But, seeing her murderous desire reflected back at her by his grin, her excitement threw caution to the wind and she rushed at him, covering the distance quickly. Three seals activated a technique that would go unseen, but burned red hot against her palms. If she could touch him, he would burn. And she would touch him, she would touch his pretty face, his pale arms, his chest, legs - she would touch every part of him. She danced out of the reach of the tentacles, laughing, and was thus caught by the chakra strings, the strings she could not see. They wrapped around her neck, beginning to slowly choke her. Her hands flew to her throat, trying in vain to free herself from the invisible threads, and then she discovered that another of the infernal things had wrapped around her forearm. Beginning to panic slightly - this was an enemy that could strike her without her even seeing it, after all - she weaved a set of seals and another ball of white fire flew at him, followed shortly by another, despite being close enough to him to feel the backlash if either hit. Flinging about her best attack so early on in the fight might not have been the best decision, but even if she came near to emptying her large reserves, she could always make the fight physical, and burn him that way. Seeing the poisonous mist floating through the air towards her, the woman did what she did best: used the Body Flicker to move back out of the way, and far enough to the side that she was no longer in the path of the poison. She had hoped the move would rid her of the damnable chakra threads as well, but to no avail - they extended to move with her, and she swore at them under her breath. "Little rabbit, who's a rabbit?" she mumbled, giggling. "I'm a sunflower, a sunflower~" red knives, you're my perfect lie

Techniques Used:
Katon: Hi Dangan [2 hand seals]
Katon: Osoi Yakedo [2 hand seals]
Katon: Konpaku Toro - 2 [12 hand seals]
Shunshin no Jutsu [1 hand seal]

Items Used:
Kunai - 6
Explosive Tags - 6

[Ren Homma "Nazo"]

[atrb=border,0,true][bg=212121][atrb=width,500,true] — HOW SAD WOULD IT BE... SHOULD LAUGHTER DISAPPEAR Kunai were sent flying, however quick thinking on the mortician's part would save his hide. Quickly retrieving his third, and final scroll, he flicked it open with his right hand and a large volume of smoke would reveal the presence of yet another. His sturdy back to her attack with his ebony wings outstretched to wrap around his master, he took the brunt of the explosion and still managed to remain standing albeit his back charred from the attack. Turning moments after the fail assault, he set his crimson sight onto the bloody thirsty woman. His messy ebony tresses played about his human-esque face as he stood there a moment, as though a mere statue. Then, as she lashed out towards his master, he lashed out towards her. He brandished his clawed hand like a seasoned expert, and pushed downward with his wings to gain extra momentum. While his master's trap entangled the woman he intended to sink his claws into her flesh and mar her beautiful skin. However, such was not his luck. Bullets of fire would soon consume his form as he took the brunt force of her assault for his master. At this point the puppet master leaped back several feet, careful to not allow a blazing attack reach him unless he wanted to take substantial damage. As he did this, the dancing of his fingers commanded the winged warrior to take flight, and take flight he did out of the burning smolders of the woman's attack, and soon with an intense spin, ridded himself of the embers that clung to his wings. However this was not all. While the sunflower had attacked the reaper, the reaper had commanded his creation to once again conceal itself. When she retreated back, she would find herself facing a new assault. One of aerial, earthen, and almost ethereal. Using his four fingers, from index to little, on his right hand, the mortician tightened his grasp on the sunflower while moving to an eastward direction and to her left. As he did this the winged warrior swooped down from the heavens brandishing his claws once more for a dastardly assault while the same tendrils from before, but now eight, writhed up from the sandy dunes grasping for her feet and legs. "I see, a sunflower are you, well good luck little sunflower for you chose to hunt a hunter. I am the death god. A Shinigami." Surely she would have heard of him, if only by his nickname, and if so she might even be a bit stricken with fear. This man that stood before her, he had made his name during the war when he mercilessly ended the life of one of Iwa's elites. Words: 454 TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN

ITEMS USED:
-kuraku scroll

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[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true]this could be suicide, a kiss with these 415 --- --- made by akemi A burst of hysterical giggling tore from her throat when the puppet emerged in time to prevent the pretty man from getting hit. "Why won't you die for me? Die for me, pretty man~" she mumbled under her breath. A fog was settling over her, clouding her thoughts. She tried again to pull the chakra threads away from the pale flesh of her throat, shrieking as she burned her own flesh slightly. "I'm burning, burning..." It did not occur to the woman to deactivate the technique, as distracted as she was. The puppet burned, it took the flames she had intended for the man, and her expression twisted, marred with disappointment. Why did he refuse to burn for her?! Then the puppet that had taken the brunt of all of her attacks came flying towards her, like a raven borne out of hell intent on capturing her for its master - which was surely what it was to do. She tried to move out of the way of the flying puppet, knowing that it meant her nothing but harm, but was seized by the eight tentacles, which wrapped around her legs and kept her completely immobile. The first thought that leaped to her mind was to burn them, burn them away, but then she would burn too. She didn't want to burn, she wanted him to burn, why would he not burn? A strangled shriek left her lips as the winged puppet bore down upon her, tearing into her flesh in such a way that would prevent her from calling forth any more fire - or doing much of anything, honestly. The invisible strings were choking her, pushing all rational thought out of her mind. She was now a sitting duck - or, if you prefer, a planted sunflower, immobilized by the man who called himself a god. "Shinigami, Shinigami, I know you~" He was a specter of her past, from her time as a loyal shinobi of Sunagakure, but those times were long gone, long gone. Nor could she remember exactly when or where she had met him, but she knew she had. "Shinigami, Shinigami, why won't you burn, burn? Shinigami, Shinigami, will you play with me?" Now the woman was giggling again, squirming in the grip of the puppets. Her hands were burning from the prolonged activation of the Osoi Yakedo technique, but still she did not deactivate. There would be an eighth death tonight, but not his, not his. Not his... red knives, you're my perfect lie

Techniques Used:
Katon: Osoi Yakedo [active from previous post]

Items Used:

[Ren Homma "Nazo"]

[atrb=border,0,true][bg=212121][atrb=width,500,true] — HOW SAD WOULD IT BE... SHOULD LAUGHTER DISAPPEAR FSSSSH The crimson liquid danced before his eyes as the winged warrior impaled the sunflower through the abdomen. She had previously attempted an escape, but the man's creation below her feet had entangled her legs preventing her from doing so. Drawing his claw now from its sheath in her abdomen, the winged warrior yanked his arm back causing more of her beautiful crimson liquid to dance before the golden emerald eyes of the mortician. He pulled his arms close to himself, hugging his shoulders almost as though a frightened child. His eyes widened, and his smile wavered. He trembled for several moments as if appearing afraid of something. Then, breaking the silence he let out his bottled up laughter. He could not contain himself any more. He laughed such a bone chilling laugh that made him almost swear he was being swallowed by his own madness. His laugh sent chills down his spine and seemed to reap havoc through his own body as it would not cease its trembling. Then, he just stopped. As suddenly as the laughter had come, it was gone again. However leaving with it was the mortician's own sanity. Brushing the tresses covering his eyes upward before releasing him, the lochs would fall back down in such a way as to reveal his distressed eyes. It was clear, just by looking at his eyes, that mortality had lost his grasp. As he took shaky steps towards the bleeding woman, the winged warrior reached out to grasp one of his arms. Only tight enough to restrain her, but not tight enough to hurt her more than she already was. As he came nearer to her, the underground creation brought itself above the surface revealing its rotting form and spreading its vile wings. The empty holes of his eyes stared down at the sunflower as he loomed over her. A faint purple mist seemed to seep from his jaw. "What do you think of my creation?" He dotted his words with several creepy giggles as he stopped just two feet away from the sunflower. At the moment, with a wave of his right hand, he released her neck from the grasp of his threads. He didn't want to kill her yet. Oh no that would be no fun at all. Instead he reached out towards her to lightly grasp her chin and pull himself a bit closer to her. "Are you scared yet little sunflower? Do you still want me to burn?" He reached out with his other hand to grasp her wrist. "Are you still capable of making me burn?" His words were shaky and dotted with giggles. Mortality, as his name was, had lost his grasp on sanity. Words: 452 TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN

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[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true]this could be suicide, a kiss with these 319 --- --- made by akemi She was completely fixated on him, scarlet eyes boring into him as his sanity slipped away to join hers, somewhere in a far. far, faraway place. The woman didn't even mind that she was leaking blood at a rather alarming rate. The puppet's attack had reopened her earlier wounds as well as inflicting a new large one, but she didn't care. It was almost like the pain wasn't there, as deep in her delirium as she was. Pain didn't exist - he existed, she existed, sunflowers exited, that was pretty much everything important, wasn't it? She was hardly breathing, due both to the chakra threads and her own inability to do much more than stand there and stare at the mortician, and the breath she had was wasted on giggling at him. The Sunflower Queen was in a sorry state indeed, but somehow she was having more fun than she'd had in years. Spending a few moments contemplating his question by staring intently at the puppet, it took a while for her to notice that he had released her throat from the chakra threads, better allowing her to answer. "Pretty. Like you. Not as pretty as sunflowers, sunflowers~" Sunflowers were clearly the pinnacle of, well, everything. "Scared? Sunflowers don't get scared." She plucked the withered, dying sunflower from her hair and, as he drew closer, managed to clumsily set it in his, which brought a wide grin to her face. "Can I burn?" Struggling to concentrate, the grin was wiped off her face. "I can't burn... Why can't I burn, Shinigami, Shinigami?" There was a desperate, pleading tone to her voice. Of course, it did not occur to her that she still technically had the ability to call on a katon technique; she had neither the mental faculties nor the energy to pull off anything spectacular now. "Shinigami, Shinigami, Shinigami..." red knives, you're my perfect lie

[Ren Homma "Nazo"]

[atrb=border,0,true][bg=212121][atrb=width,500,true] — HOW SAD WOULD IT BE... SHOULD LAUGHTER DISAPPEAR He watched her closely as he cocked his head to the side suddenly almost as if his own head was that of a puppet's head that suddenly lost its place. That twisted grin slowly became a bit more tame, now appearing more as though a not so innocent smile as the man continued to draw closer and closer to the sunflower queen. Once he got within a foot of her she clumsily removed the withering sunflower from her own hair before placing it in his. He did not deny this action, instead simply refused to move so as to allow her to complete her seemingly innocent maneuver. "Can you burn?" He repeated her phrase exchanging her I with his you. His smile then too faded for a moment as he seemed to be mimicking her for a bit. Soon enough though it did return. "You cannot burn Shinigami, no you cannot." He released the dying woman from the grasp of his ghastly creation covered in rotting flesh. The tendrils would uncoil from her legs however leaving a poisonous residue on them that would surely, in due time, burn her flesh away. "You cannot burn... cannot... cannot... Khehe." He would attempt to pull the woman closer to him, with the winged warrior still holding one of her arms he would wrap his around her other. Then he moved her head by the finger placed on her chin as he straighten his own standing stance a bit. Holding her head so she would look up at the taller man he stared into her ruby eyes for several long moments. "To burn the God of Death. You must be strong... clever.... khehehe." He leaned in close to her now placing his lips mere inches away from her ear, "wicked." After that he pulled back only slightly before he allowed his tongue to slip from his lips and draw long across her cheek. After long moments passed he withdrew away more speaking once again in that possessive tone of his, "Sunflower, sunflower, will be the Shinigami's Sunflower." He brought his hand away from her chin up to her messy, matted, blood clotted hair. "Sunflower, sunflower, shall be part of my collection." He slowly lowered his hand down the side of her head, however it did not stop there, it continued to fall lowering bit by bit. It would attempt to trace over her chest and before long grasp the curve of her hip ever so gently with his thumb hovering over the edge of where her gaping wound in her belly would be. "Oh sweet sweet Sunflower. Khehehe... I'll enjoy carving into your delicate flesh." He activated a technique and in mere moments her bleeding began to slow. "But first some fun. Yes, oh yes, some glorious fun." Words: 464 TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN

TECHNIQUES USED:
-Mystical Palm

[npc]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true]this could be suicide, a kiss with these 332 --- --- made by akemi He looked much better with a sunflower in his hair, she decided, hardly noticing that the puppet that held her had released her, that the shadowy tendrils had slowly slipped away from her. The skin they had touched felt tingly, and had begun to itch slightly, though she had not the mind to care about a little itch. The Shinigami was much, much more important. "Why, why can't I burn the Shinigami?" Of course, she offered no resistance as he pulled her close and held her in place. It was intriguing, really, to be so close to a god. Her addled mind had figured that, since he called himself a god, he truly was not of the mortal world - that he was not a man, made of flesh and bone, that she was capable of killing. She had decided that he instead had a celestial origin, and that was why she had been so easily bested, as if defeating her was effortless - perhaps a queen is unbeatable to normal mortals, but she has no hold over the gods. His tongue trailed over her cheek, and she shivered with glee. The Shinigami was enticing; she wanted nothing more at that moment to give herself over to him, to see where that path would lead. "Shinigami's Sunflower, Shinigami's Sunflower..." Her eyes followed the path of his hand down her body, expecting something different than what actually occurred. She had thought, after hearing the possessiveness in his tone, from the way he touched her, that he would wish to have her body. But that was arrogant, was it not? A mortal did not merely think she could lay with a god. It was a strange thought, the god of death being able to heal, but she would not complain. It was quite important, after all, to keep your blood in your body if you wished to continue living - for a while, anyway. "Fun, fun? What does a death god do for fun?" red knives, you're my perfect lie

[Ren Homma "Nazo"]

[atrb=border,0,true][bg=212121][atrb=width,500,true] — HOW SAD WOULD IT BE... SHOULD LAUGHTER DISAPPEAR Before long the blood around her wound would likely begin to clot. Once that happened the once pristine desert scape would no longer be sullied by her crimson liquid as it would cease to gush from the gaping maw in her abdomen. Then he would pull his hand away from the area of her womb, trailing ever so slowly back up the curves of her body with his long black nails gently gracing her tattered clothing as it hug her weakened frame. Slowly they rose up, likely tickling her breasts as they passed and eventually returning to her soft porcelain-like cheek. He brushed his nails across her cheek ever so softly as he opened his hand before tenderly placing it upon her skin with the ebony nail of his thumb hanging dangerously close to one of her precious ruby orbs. "What does a death god do for fun....?" He echoed her words his voice being filled with a strong possessiveness and almost what sounded like a deep lust. Then came the insidious giggling. His body heaved slightly against her's as he could not control himself. Several moments passed and by this point all of his creations had fallen lifeless. He grasped the sunflower queen's free hand with the one that had been on her face and spun her around as if in some sort of giggly diabolic waltz. Ending it off, his laughter subsided when he had dipped her slightly low. His left leg was extended outward and bent to support their weight and allow them to stay there for a while almost as though they were suspended in time. Then he leaned forward and let his tongue slip out of his mouth again, this time tracing from the corner of her mouth toward the first edge of her ear. When he at last hovered over her he whispered something so quite it was almost inaudible, however it was loud enough for her to hear it clear as day. "Death Gods tear things apart." He released her hand and traced his fingers up her arm slowly before dragging them down her body, once again tracing the feminine contours of her body. In the end his fingers rested upon her thigh, holding her gently as though careful not to break her. Yet anyway. "We...." chakra began to gather around his fingertips again, however this time not in a helpful manner, "Break..." his fingertips seemingly became sharp, almost like daggers, "Everything..." as if accentuating his point he suddenly dug his sharpened fingers not only into her thigh by an inch, but her back where his other hand rested holding her up as well. As he did this that oh so dangerous yet playful grin danced across his face. "Shatter... shatter..." He would pull his fingers out of the flesh of his back a bit before trailing them downward. "Break...." Words: 477 TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN

TECHNIQUE USED:
-chakra scalpel

TECHNIQUE CANCELED:
-mystical palms

[npc]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true]this could be suicide, a kiss with these 392 --- --- made by akemi The flow of blood from the wound slowed, going from a steady stream to a mere trickle before stopping completely - a good thing, she decided. It would be no good if the blood loss killed her before the Shinigami had his fun, for then she would have disappointed a god, and then what would happen to her soul? She giggled. Oh, her soul had been damned for a long, long time. There was no redemption, no way to keep her from burning, burning in the fiery depths for eternity - especially not from a Shinigami. But she did not think she would mind it all that much. However, she did not know what to make of this ivory-haired deity, this death god who healed. She tried to watch the path of his hands as they trailed up her body, long black nails scraping gently over her skin, but her gaze was inevitably drawn back to his eyes. He seemed to be a god of contradictions as well as death. She shivered at his touch; his flesh was surprisingly warm. She had always thought a death god would be cold, colder than ice, especially compared to being of life and fire, but perhaps she had been mistaken. And then they were spinning, spinning, and she grew dizzier. The world spun with them, too. Everything was spinning, and she laughed - not merely a giggle, but a full blown laugh. Shinigami stopped the spinning, but the world, the world wanted to spin, spin, spin. She was so lost in the spinning that she almost didn't hear when he finally responded to her question. "Break, break... break the Sunflower?" Her voice trembled - not in fear, but anticipation for what was to come. Surely a death god would break her with ease, with finesse, a practiced ease mortals only dreamed they could attain. His fingers dug into her, and she screamed, a scream wrought by pain and joy and the slightest twinge of terror. She had always claimed that death was not to be feared - and perhaps that was so, but then just as surely it was his god in front of her, who was tearing into her flesh, making her scream for his pleasure, that deserved the fear - for he was the harbinger of death, and his power was mighty indeed. "Shatter, shatter, broken Sunflower..." red knives, you're my perfect lie

[Ren Homma "Nazo"]

[atrb=border,0,true][bg=212121][atrb=width,500,true] — HOW SAD WOULD IT BE... SHOULD LAUGHTER DISAPPEAR Her screams echoed through his body sending chills down his spine and pangs of pleasure through his nervous system. His insidious smile grew once more across his features and threatened to split his face in two as he thoroughly indulged himself in her sorrow. Then he ended it. He withdrew his fingers and healed the wounds so she would not bleed out, then, with her body so limp as it was, he lifted her up and carried her bridal style. "Did you enjoy it?" His voice cackled, "That was but a small taste of what fun I'll have with you." He took step after staggering step off in a direction towards where he was certain to find more.... privacy. He carried her for what would perhaps seem to be long eons to her in her dazed, loopy state, but it would be mere minutes before they arrived at their destination. A quite little cave in the side of a rock formation. Ah yes this would be perfect. He could do such fun things to her here and not be bothered by human kind. He could tear out her entrails and strangle her with them while listening to her dying breaths fade away. He could gouge out her eye balls and observe the blood as it would ooze down her cheeks. He could take a scalpel and drive it through her flesh over and over. Oh there were so many things he could do to her. He could strip off her flesh very carefully so as not to kill her right away. He could tear off her limbs and make her cry. Ah yes so many wonderfully delicious ideas, but so little time. He carried her into the dimly lit cavern and rested her gently against a wall. He then placed his finger to her lips, "Shhh, just you wait," he whispered in a wonderfully possessive yet ravenous tone, "The real fun is about to come." He moved his hand ever so gently to the side of her head, brushing her cheek as he did so. He moved it back, gracing over her ear and gathered loose tufts of matted green hair between his bony fingers. He stroked his hand downward for a moments almost as though he had discovered something precious to him. "Yes, yes... The beginning to your end... it shall come so soon you won't have any choice but to enjoy it." He stroked her head again, "Relish in it." He raised his other hand slowly up toward the upper area of her bosom. "Our fun... it will begin very soon." Words: 433 Total Words: 4137 / 4500 TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN