An anomaly on a monochrome canvas. Flowers bleeding red like a festering wound in a place they don't belong. A macabre sight for most and beauty in the eyes of their current beholder. Scarlet lilies spun like a web to ensnare its prey, draining blood to sustain that vibrant crimson hue. These flowers have many esteemed titles. The hell flower, abandoned child flower, the corpse flower. Every single name - a promise of Death. Ryo crouches down, plucking a single flower from its bed with a slight grin creasing her face, before continuing her hunt. She prowls along the trail, surrounded by endless rice paddies, almost shambling as she's preoccupied with the only vivid blot of color she can perceive in her immediate surroundings. She's enamored, distracted even, humming a little siren song, but it doesn't matter to her in the slightest. Her targets are just low level bandits hiding out in the countryside - mere child's play for the corpse princess. She desires to be rid of these pesky obligations and return to that beautiful field again with ink and brush in hand.
A few moments pass, or maybe even days., the apathetic nature of the wolf stalking this trail makes little distinction. Yet, a figure is seen in the distance, covered in the shade of grey. A promise to keep - a soul to claim. She walks towards the silhouette, twirling the flower by its stem as the scales on her back radiate a faint glow. A swift end for the one marked for death. A doll manifests from behind the princess, chakra strings arranged as if the soulless husk was the one marionetting its master all along. Black and white, absent any color besides the same blood-red eyes as its master's Ryuugan and a long flowing dress adorned with ink blot roses. It lurches forward, scythe in hand ready to decapitate the unsuspecting... child? A glimpse of Azure invades her colorless world. Ryo peers up, head tilted in visible confusion as the scythe freezes mere inches away from the boys face, before vanishing into opaque fireflies.
"Oh? You're not who I'm meant to kill~" Ryo collects herself, adjusting her tie before stepping towards the small boy. "I'm sorry, little one~ I had you mistaken for someone else." Her voice has a hollow undercurrent behind every word and her wolf ears flutter with every caress of the wind. She continues her approach, slowly this time as she reaches out a hand as if to beckon a frightened cat and pat its head. Her heart thuds with an unfamiliar curiosity
"Hello, my name is Ryo. What's your name?"
A few moments pass, or maybe even days., the apathetic nature of the wolf stalking this trail makes little distinction. Yet, a figure is seen in the distance, covered in the shade of grey. A promise to keep - a soul to claim. She walks towards the silhouette, twirling the flower by its stem as the scales on her back radiate a faint glow. A swift end for the one marked for death. A doll manifests from behind the princess, chakra strings arranged as if the soulless husk was the one marionetting its master all along. Black and white, absent any color besides the same blood-red eyes as its master's Ryuugan and a long flowing dress adorned with ink blot roses. It lurches forward, scythe in hand ready to decapitate the unsuspecting... child? A glimpse of Azure invades her colorless world. Ryo peers up, head tilted in visible confusion as the scythe freezes mere inches away from the boys face, before vanishing into opaque fireflies.
"Oh? You're not who I'm meant to kill~" Ryo collects herself, adjusting her tie before stepping towards the small boy. "I'm sorry, little one~ I had you mistaken for someone else." Her voice has a hollow undercurrent behind every word and her wolf ears flutter with every caress of the wind. She continues her approach, slowly this time as she reaches out a hand as if to beckon a frightened cat and pat its head. Her heart thuds with an unfamiliar curiosity
"Hello, my name is Ryo. What's your name?"