Where else could this snowy haired lass could uncover within the depths of Sunagakure? From the looks of it, she was among the bottom feeders of the hierarchy. The place where hoodlums, criminals and the poor resided. It felt akin to home with the bleak weather overhead, the old shagged homes and the distraught expressions on its residents faces. Sunagakure, the striving city of the desert and yet within their walls so many lived without homes. A stray mutt lived the same luxury or better than a human being. It was comical. But this is how it has always been. People divided into classes based on their birth right, ability and wealth. History simply repeated itself. Nothing new here.
Now, Rise was looking for a little bit of mischief. It was boring simply hanging around the prim and proper isles of the Desert Crown and Sietch Zensunna. She needed some thrill, a little excitement that boiled her blood and what better place was there than the slums. Crime was rampant and often overlooked by the government and their law enforcements. So basically, it was a place where she could practice her forte.
Rise was dressed in her usual attire; a black dovetail lace dress, black thigh-high boots and sheer stocking that decorated her legs, and a black hairband to keep her silvery-white hair neatly in place. Although she was trying to be discrete, her onlookers weren’t so forgiving. She could feel their eyes watching her. It didn’t help that her tight clothing further insinuated her womanly figure. “Seems I have some spectators. I wonder if any among them are brave enough to bite.” She suddenly did the unthinkable by turning down a dark alleyway. A place where people long avoided or averted their eyes from seeing.
Her heels clacking against the solid ground was the only sound accompanying her but she could feel their presence closing in. She came to an immediate stop and turned to her assailants with a rather disconcerting grin that stretched from ear to ear. She wanted this…
“Look at this broad walking around like a tramp.”
“Let’s teach her to be a proper lady. If you know what I mean….”</B><i></i>
The men appearance was of no significance. The lot were simply dishes in the eyes of Rise to sate her violent tendencies. <B>“..I hate to disrupt that fetish of yours… but I’m no lady.”, Rise would wet her pouty lips. It only took a second to unsheathe her long katana to be raised against her assailants. Then the magic began… the scream of horror as she ripped away at their limbs. The melody that moved her feet into a dance created from the agony and torment she inflicted. Mowing them down leaving nothing but chunks of flesh and blood to marinate the ground of its beautiful crimson hue. It was such a delicious sight.
She left not one alive. The beautiful melody abruptly ended.
“Yes… I needed that…. release…”, she shuddered. If anyone happened to follow down that narrow and dark path, would have seen Rise basking in the carnage she has created. Her cheeks flushed and gasping in sensual bliss.
“I still… need.. more power… I need to feel good like this all the time….”
Rise had issues… both mentally and physically…
Now, Rise was looking for a little bit of mischief. It was boring simply hanging around the prim and proper isles of the Desert Crown and Sietch Zensunna. She needed some thrill, a little excitement that boiled her blood and what better place was there than the slums. Crime was rampant and often overlooked by the government and their law enforcements. So basically, it was a place where she could practice her forte.
Rise was dressed in her usual attire; a black dovetail lace dress, black thigh-high boots and sheer stocking that decorated her legs, and a black hairband to keep her silvery-white hair neatly in place. Although she was trying to be discrete, her onlookers weren’t so forgiving. She could feel their eyes watching her. It didn’t help that her tight clothing further insinuated her womanly figure. “Seems I have some spectators. I wonder if any among them are brave enough to bite.” She suddenly did the unthinkable by turning down a dark alleyway. A place where people long avoided or averted their eyes from seeing.
Her heels clacking against the solid ground was the only sound accompanying her but she could feel their presence closing in. She came to an immediate stop and turned to her assailants with a rather disconcerting grin that stretched from ear to ear. She wanted this…
“Look at this broad walking around like a tramp.”
“Let’s teach her to be a proper lady. If you know what I mean….”</B><i></i>
The men appearance was of no significance. The lot were simply dishes in the eyes of Rise to sate her violent tendencies. <B>“..I hate to disrupt that fetish of yours… but I’m no lady.”, Rise would wet her pouty lips. It only took a second to unsheathe her long katana to be raised against her assailants. Then the magic began… the scream of horror as she ripped away at their limbs. The melody that moved her feet into a dance created from the agony and torment she inflicted. Mowing them down leaving nothing but chunks of flesh and blood to marinate the ground of its beautiful crimson hue. It was such a delicious sight.
She left not one alive. The beautiful melody abruptly ended.
“Yes… I needed that…. release…”, she shuddered. If anyone happened to follow down that narrow and dark path, would have seen Rise basking in the carnage she has created. Her cheeks flushed and gasping in sensual bliss.
“I still… need.. more power… I need to feel good like this all the time….”
Rise had issues… both mentally and physically…