Post by Aria Meri Garnier on Apr 4, 2011 0:45:00 GMT -5
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Let the world B.U.R.N.[/align]
Sharp, cerulean orbs gazed through a lidded gaze at the greenery before her. Covered in a thin, silken robe that ended at her mid-thighs, and with sleeves several inches too long for her thin arms, Aria Meri Garnier contrasted sharply against the green. Her heeled boots, buckled tightly up to her thighs, pierced the leaves underfoot.
Like always, the forest was just that - a forest. The smell of pines invaded her senses in a rush of nature and dirt, and Aria found herself wanting to burn it all. She paused in her walk, a slow curve spreading across her lips in a small, almost amused smile. A sort of gentle murderous aura slid out from her being as she stopped just in front of a small bed of flowers in the grass below - strange, curling buds, a beautiful species indeginous to this particular forest in the Arrancars' world.
Aria's pale hand slid outward to cup one of the pale, white petals, her smile still softly draped across her features. Suddenly, her eyes lidded even more and her lips widened the smile; with a quiet 'snap!', her index finger sparked into a small flame.
A thin, curling tendril of smoke drifted upwards, gray and tinged with the distinct smell of something burning. Aria crouched there in front of the burning plant, head tilted and a fascinated smile on her features. How simply easy it was, she marveled, to destroy something. Her pale coral locks shimmered beneath the bright sun and tumbled over her shoulders, nearly reaching the ground.
Aria tucked her arms round her bent knees and stared at the flame, which only grew larger as time passed.
Everything in this forest could burn to nothingness, and there wasn't a single thing that could stop it on its own, she mused. The gentle smile remained on her features as the orange continued to flicker in the reflection of her twin blues. How easily the flower burned, how easily it crumbled to dust beneath her touch - how easily it was reduced to ashes, the pulse of life gone from its limbs.
Aria found herself enthralled.
She raised her palm before her eyes; another snap, and all five fingertips glowed with a bright flame. Aria could feel the heat radiating from the fire, she could feel her flesh begin to warm. If she were to place that fire on her own face, she wondered, would she burn a bit slower than the flower? Or just as fast?
What deemed organisms' ability to burn faster and slower? Was it the 'God' that humans prayed to?
But there wasn't a God, Aria knew. There were only Shinigami and Arrancar and Sougetsu.
Humans could never go to the 'heaven' they prayed of.
They were damned to an eternity of life, just in different phases.
And she, Aria, was damned to an eternity of life in the metaphorical 'hell' of the universe.
She was an Arrancar, after all.
Words : 481 ;;
Let the world B.U.R.N.[/align]
Sharp, cerulean orbs gazed through a lidded gaze at the greenery before her. Covered in a thin, silken robe that ended at her mid-thighs, and with sleeves several inches too long for her thin arms, Aria Meri Garnier contrasted sharply against the green. Her heeled boots, buckled tightly up to her thighs, pierced the leaves underfoot.
Like always, the forest was just that - a forest. The smell of pines invaded her senses in a rush of nature and dirt, and Aria found herself wanting to burn it all. She paused in her walk, a slow curve spreading across her lips in a small, almost amused smile. A sort of gentle murderous aura slid out from her being as she stopped just in front of a small bed of flowers in the grass below - strange, curling buds, a beautiful species indeginous to this particular forest in the Arrancars' world.
Aria's pale hand slid outward to cup one of the pale, white petals, her smile still softly draped across her features. Suddenly, her eyes lidded even more and her lips widened the smile; with a quiet 'snap!', her index finger sparked into a small flame.
A thin, curling tendril of smoke drifted upwards, gray and tinged with the distinct smell of something burning. Aria crouched there in front of the burning plant, head tilted and a fascinated smile on her features. How simply easy it was, she marveled, to destroy something. Her pale coral locks shimmered beneath the bright sun and tumbled over her shoulders, nearly reaching the ground.
Aria tucked her arms round her bent knees and stared at the flame, which only grew larger as time passed.
Everything in this forest could burn to nothingness, and there wasn't a single thing that could stop it on its own, she mused. The gentle smile remained on her features as the orange continued to flicker in the reflection of her twin blues. How easily the flower burned, how easily it crumbled to dust beneath her touch - how easily it was reduced to ashes, the pulse of life gone from its limbs.
Aria found herself enthralled.
She raised her palm before her eyes; another snap, and all five fingertips glowed with a bright flame. Aria could feel the heat radiating from the fire, she could feel her flesh begin to warm. If she were to place that fire on her own face, she wondered, would she burn a bit slower than the flower? Or just as fast?
What deemed organisms' ability to burn faster and slower? Was it the 'God' that humans prayed to?
But there wasn't a God, Aria knew. There were only Shinigami and Arrancar and Sougetsu.
Humans could never go to the 'heaven' they prayed of.
They were damned to an eternity of life, just in different phases.
And she, Aria, was damned to an eternity of life in the metaphorical 'hell' of the universe.
She was an Arrancar, after all.
Words : 481 ;;