Post by Xiaobei Mei on Dec 20, 2015 18:04:46 GMT -5
Xiaobei glanced upward towards the imperturbable sky of blackness that was her Abba’s soul. Thick red lightning lashed at the background, a thread of miasma flickering in and out of view as his mind shuddered under gale force winds. Striding towards the nearest sand dune, the young Hollow-breed flicked long purple quills off her shoulder as she scanned the dusty domain, peering past murky shadows and through the eyes of the other souls that lurked here with her. Everything was silent but for the ever present moaning, like wooden foundations under a great stress the air was rife with ugly creaks and groans – her Abba’s soul assaulted from all sides by the stressors of his campaign.
She had hidden her actions from him these last few months, consuming her prey in silence and stealth, and her soul had grown thick and heavy in its present cage. But she could bear her Abba’s pain no longer, the sight of the outside world and all the harm it caused him, and it was finally time to put her foot down on this scheme of his. He only wanted to protect her, his only daughter, but Xiaobei was old enough now that she should be the one protecting him.
That was how love worked. It was time to give back to the man who had given her life, a home, a family, and a future. Abba had sacrificed the world for her, and she would do no less in return. But if he wasn’t going to give her the chance to prove it to him, then she would make him see her readiness.
The thoughts had been circling for some time now, and she had waited half in fear of disobeying him and half because she had not yet been strong enough to act on them. But with her Father’s control weakening and her own waxing the time had finally come.
Flexing her hands in a flash of silver her claws extended and Xiaobei propelled herself towards that inky sky. Golden reiatsu wreathed her arms and fangs as she forced the cloud of black to part, a tiny rip allowing moonlight to slip through. Eyes wide under a glow she had not seen for a year or more, Xiaobei grinned into the light as she clawed her way out of her Abba’s safe cocoon. With a bone-jarring jolt she saw the rip widen and then she hit the floor, rolling and springing to all fours in a room made of stone.
Black electricity snapped all around her, strings of golden light scanning across her body as wet viscous flesh remolded itself into the vaguely humanoid shape of an Adjuchas. From bits of blood her body took form, the white pearl of bone covered in creeping musculature as the energy swirled around her. Xiaobei’s outer shell had been consumed when Abba had locked her away into his soul, but they still shared a blood, and from that she could construct herself anew.
Standing from her broken crouch, the porcupine-hollow shook out her long black hair, fingers twisting in delicious curls as the tips of her claws peeked out from beneath the skin at her knuckles. Rolling her shoulders, there was a jagged snap as her spine fit back into place, wide green eyes flecked with honeyed gold locking onto her Abba as soon as the ocular nerves formed. There was one last surge of crackling reiatsu as soft cloth fell all around her, the folds of her beribboned shirt hanging low to her knees and tiny red embroidered shoes peeking out from beneath the hem.
“Abba,” her voice scratched and crawled around the room, tongue flicking against a mouth as dry as death. “Xiaobei is home, to help you.”
WC: 625 | GP: 12 | Total GP: 12
She had hidden her actions from him these last few months, consuming her prey in silence and stealth, and her soul had grown thick and heavy in its present cage. But she could bear her Abba’s pain no longer, the sight of the outside world and all the harm it caused him, and it was finally time to put her foot down on this scheme of his. He only wanted to protect her, his only daughter, but Xiaobei was old enough now that she should be the one protecting him.
That was how love worked. It was time to give back to the man who had given her life, a home, a family, and a future. Abba had sacrificed the world for her, and she would do no less in return. But if he wasn’t going to give her the chance to prove it to him, then she would make him see her readiness.
The thoughts had been circling for some time now, and she had waited half in fear of disobeying him and half because she had not yet been strong enough to act on them. But with her Father’s control weakening and her own waxing the time had finally come.
Flexing her hands in a flash of silver her claws extended and Xiaobei propelled herself towards that inky sky. Golden reiatsu wreathed her arms and fangs as she forced the cloud of black to part, a tiny rip allowing moonlight to slip through. Eyes wide under a glow she had not seen for a year or more, Xiaobei grinned into the light as she clawed her way out of her Abba’s safe cocoon. With a bone-jarring jolt she saw the rip widen and then she hit the floor, rolling and springing to all fours in a room made of stone.
Black electricity snapped all around her, strings of golden light scanning across her body as wet viscous flesh remolded itself into the vaguely humanoid shape of an Adjuchas. From bits of blood her body took form, the white pearl of bone covered in creeping musculature as the energy swirled around her. Xiaobei’s outer shell had been consumed when Abba had locked her away into his soul, but they still shared a blood, and from that she could construct herself anew.
Standing from her broken crouch, the porcupine-hollow shook out her long black hair, fingers twisting in delicious curls as the tips of her claws peeked out from beneath the skin at her knuckles. Rolling her shoulders, there was a jagged snap as her spine fit back into place, wide green eyes flecked with honeyed gold locking onto her Abba as soon as the ocular nerves formed. There was one last surge of crackling reiatsu as soft cloth fell all around her, the folds of her beribboned shirt hanging low to her knees and tiny red embroidered shoes peeking out from beneath the hem.
“Abba,” her voice scratched and crawled around the room, tongue flicking against a mouth as dry as death. “Xiaobei is home, to help you.”
WC: 625 | GP: 12 | Total GP: 12