Makeoshimi Koho, the 3rd Princess of the 3rd King of Seven, had made her way from village to her current location. Which was the most descriptive and amusing sentence to ever be uttered since, well, ever. However, as the night drew closer the light began to fade and darkness loomed over the red Victorian dressed woman. Although she didn't particularly mind the darkness, in fact she embraced it somewhat more sleazily than most other people would. Dune after dune belittled the little witch as she braced against the sharpened minerals that bashed against her slender frame. She had to escape for the night, to rest at least, but where? Quite literally she was left in the dessert and cursed by the unnervingly strong winds. They stole her breath and deterred her movements somewhat.
Koho, adjusting her scarlet and orange bun accordingly, would stand strong against the wind; scanning the area that surrounded her for any form of shelter. However, it wasn't going to be that easy - all that remained in sight was skeletal structures from the olden days, historical battles between a monster and man. Or however the story was spun. The 3rd folded her arms, resting her eyes - those sharp blues - onto the horizon, which really offered up no hope for the predicament she was in.
Okay, perhaps there was a detail missed out from this tale, or rather several that would be instrumental in explaining how, and why, Koho had found herself here. Over 3 days ago, the 3rd was contracted by her homeland to assassinate a man, who he is doesn't really change anything, but regardless she followed up the assassination and fulfilled the request. However, the nature of her childhood indoctrination took over and loosened her grasp over her blood lust, which eventually created a situation where Koho had killed more than what was requested of her. Not only did she assassinate the man, a fairly wealthy man who lived outside of the Village with his family, but his two daughters and wife. To add insult to injury, Koho removed their tongues, eyes and ears from their bodies. The reason for this? Well, some might speculate that this act was something related to a cult, a sacrificial thing or some dribble like that.
Well, truth was that the 3rd had gotten a little bit too excited and taken things too far. She had needlessly killed, but such was a way of life for her, the nature of her childhood was so diluted and poisoned that any perceptions of what a child should be was replaced with the attitude of a killer. Anyway, Koho had escaped the premises without being detected but somewhere along the line, a group of authorities had already discovered the bodies and began to track the woman through the desert. It wasn't ideal to be running around a playground of sand in a dress too pompous for life.
It was all so troublesome, and so common, for the woman that belonged to fake royalty.
Due to all this standing, and contemplating, the woman wasn't really able to advance much further. She had given up on running, it wasn't her style to begin with, but she was really out numbered on this one. Even Koho could sense that they were around seven different chakras that were approaching. What a headache this was all becoming... And Saemon wasn't even in sight, normally he would be creeping around in the shadows while Onamuji made its appearance but this time she was really alone. The Victorian dressed woman would turn towards the inclining dune, which after a few moments, would hold seven furious looking men on its crown. "Hounds... Did any of you know the two little girls? They were quite the sassy individuals but, alas, they were sliced when I plucked their eyes from their heads!" Koho would yell, trying to beast the roar of the wind, while trying to antagonize the men.
It didn't take much for these men to charge on wards, running down the face of the dune, some toppling over themselves at the pressure of their steps. But suddenly, the ground crackled and the sands shifted and as the blackness of the ground appeared, a monstrous roar emanated from the body of noir. Koho, looking puzzled, had already armed her blackened blade, Kosodoro, but was kept unsteady by the ground continually shaking. But the ground, and whatever that caused it to part, would continually assault the surface with turbulent vibrations. Koho fell from the height of safety, well that could be debated, and into the pit of noir.
Her body, a sultry shape, floated in a large pool of crystal blues as illuminating fish swam in the water beneath her. Half of her body was submerged and the other half, her face chest etc, was left relatively dry. And while still asleep, her body floated gently over to the shore of the underground supply of water. What would happen next?
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Koho, adjusting her scarlet and orange bun accordingly, would stand strong against the wind; scanning the area that surrounded her for any form of shelter. However, it wasn't going to be that easy - all that remained in sight was skeletal structures from the olden days, historical battles between a monster and man. Or however the story was spun. The 3rd folded her arms, resting her eyes - those sharp blues - onto the horizon, which really offered up no hope for the predicament she was in.
Okay, perhaps there was a detail missed out from this tale, or rather several that would be instrumental in explaining how, and why, Koho had found herself here. Over 3 days ago, the 3rd was contracted by her homeland to assassinate a man, who he is doesn't really change anything, but regardless she followed up the assassination and fulfilled the request. However, the nature of her childhood indoctrination took over and loosened her grasp over her blood lust, which eventually created a situation where Koho had killed more than what was requested of her. Not only did she assassinate the man, a fairly wealthy man who lived outside of the Village with his family, but his two daughters and wife. To add insult to injury, Koho removed their tongues, eyes and ears from their bodies. The reason for this? Well, some might speculate that this act was something related to a cult, a sacrificial thing or some dribble like that.
Well, truth was that the 3rd had gotten a little bit too excited and taken things too far. She had needlessly killed, but such was a way of life for her, the nature of her childhood was so diluted and poisoned that any perceptions of what a child should be was replaced with the attitude of a killer. Anyway, Koho had escaped the premises without being detected but somewhere along the line, a group of authorities had already discovered the bodies and began to track the woman through the desert. It wasn't ideal to be running around a playground of sand in a dress too pompous for life.
It was all so troublesome, and so common, for the woman that belonged to fake royalty.
Due to all this standing, and contemplating, the woman wasn't really able to advance much further. She had given up on running, it wasn't her style to begin with, but she was really out numbered on this one. Even Koho could sense that they were around seven different chakras that were approaching. What a headache this was all becoming... And Saemon wasn't even in sight, normally he would be creeping around in the shadows while Onamuji made its appearance but this time she was really alone. The Victorian dressed woman would turn towards the inclining dune, which after a few moments, would hold seven furious looking men on its crown. "Hounds... Did any of you know the two little girls? They were quite the sassy individuals but, alas, they were sliced when I plucked their eyes from their heads!" Koho would yell, trying to beast the roar of the wind, while trying to antagonize the men.
It didn't take much for these men to charge on wards, running down the face of the dune, some toppling over themselves at the pressure of their steps. But suddenly, the ground crackled and the sands shifted and as the blackness of the ground appeared, a monstrous roar emanated from the body of noir. Koho, looking puzzled, had already armed her blackened blade, Kosodoro, but was kept unsteady by the ground continually shaking. But the ground, and whatever that caused it to part, would continually assault the surface with turbulent vibrations. Koho fell from the height of safety, well that could be debated, and into the pit of noir.
Her body, a sultry shape, floated in a large pool of crystal blues as illuminating fish swam in the water beneath her. Half of her body was submerged and the other half, her face chest etc, was left relatively dry. And while still asleep, her body floated gently over to the shore of the underground supply of water. What would happen next?
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