09-29-2014, 08:49 AM
Finding the oni had been enlightening. Hearing that a second creature had been found that night too was baffling. Oni didn't usually hunt in packs or close together. Thought it wasn't completely unheard of. She distinctly remembered the pack of oni her and Antoinette found when she was a kid. That had been one hell of a fight and Chi Mai hadn't made it through the encounter.
Aria went deeper into the tunnels. The darkness inside the tunnels made Aria feel at home. The darkness inside was still creeping in. She didn't want to hurt anyone, but the darkness it grew and it craved pain, lusted for fear. It was evil, she was evil. She didn't want to be this person, but she was struggling with the path Lucas had shown her.
A noise in the distance caught her attention. It sounded of fire, but there was a distinct crack of air to it. Aria couldn't think of what could make that noise. She drew her sword and crept forward in the darkness.
Aria rounded a corner and a whip of fire barely missed her nose. That was new. At the other end a man stood - dark hair and eyes, clearly embracing his gift of the gods. Aria backed up, he didn't seem to see her just yet. She went into the shadows and hoped he couldn't make her out, at least not completely. She watched as he moved through the shadows, the glow from the fiery whip lighting things as it passed by.
The distinct drip of water near by, the puddles on the ground were just a shimmer of glass on the ground. He looked sinister as the whip past his body. He knew how to use the weapon. He looked like he'd trained often in its use. It was part of his body. It moved in a rhythm like a fly fisherman. Back and forth, snaking through the air, waiting for the fish to bite. Except he wasn't waiting for any fish, he was waiting for prey. It wasn't her feeling. And it wasn't his. Behind him, a shadow moved. It made no sound, it was near black, it smelled of death even from this distance. It slide through the shadows towards the man with the whip of fire.
Aria went deeper into the tunnels. The darkness inside the tunnels made Aria feel at home. The darkness inside was still creeping in. She didn't want to hurt anyone, but the darkness it grew and it craved pain, lusted for fear. It was evil, she was evil. She didn't want to be this person, but she was struggling with the path Lucas had shown her.
A noise in the distance caught her attention. It sounded of fire, but there was a distinct crack of air to it. Aria couldn't think of what could make that noise. She drew her sword and crept forward in the darkness.
Aria rounded a corner and a whip of fire barely missed her nose. That was new. At the other end a man stood - dark hair and eyes, clearly embracing his gift of the gods. Aria backed up, he didn't seem to see her just yet. She went into the shadows and hoped he couldn't make her out, at least not completely. She watched as he moved through the shadows, the glow from the fiery whip lighting things as it passed by.
The distinct drip of water near by, the puddles on the ground were just a shimmer of glass on the ground. He looked sinister as the whip past his body. He knew how to use the weapon. He looked like he'd trained often in its use. It was part of his body. It moved in a rhythm like a fly fisherman. Back and forth, snaking through the air, waiting for the fish to bite. Except he wasn't waiting for any fish, he was waiting for prey. It wasn't her feeling. And it wasn't his. Behind him, a shadow moved. It made no sound, it was near black, it smelled of death even from this distance. It slide through the shadows towards the man with the whip of fire.