you are a beast

yo puede non tomar les como un guerrero i cannot accept you as a warrior yo haber no desear suyo carga i have no desire to be burdened con las vida ante uno cual no guerrero with the life of one who is no warrior Independent Nelliel Tu Odelschwanck tracked: lanzador

[nicorobin]

[sevimsizs-deactivated20131006]

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   Burning desires to inflict the most severe of wounds, the compelling frenzy to kill, flared in the pit of his soul, a brief glimmer of craze dancing within violet irises. Killing the ex-espada was out of the question, although there were the times he wished he would have. No, he was far to enjoyable of a pawn to be rid of so soon. “Shut up!”

   Calloused fingers firmly gripped around his blade-like-scythe. The point of his weapon skimmed the unscathed trail of dermis following from the acute of her clavicle, to the stern bone of her chin. He halted there, applying but a feasible bit of pressure in order to cause a hint of sanguine liquid to accumulate at the perch. Adjusting his hold on the blade, the curve of the handle was held up by the mere palm of his hand - “Ya want a small taste, Tercera.”

[lanzador]

At the touch of the blade her breath seemed to catch in her lungs. The cold steel pressing to the slender bone connecting to her shoulder. Stomach pulling inward at the touch. Fear was not an option, as was any sort of remorse. A beast was undeserving of her own blade, undeserving of her caring nature. 

With a careful push of her foot in the dark plain gray sand, she was able to move almost effortlessly away from the blades edge. Sonidoing a few steps more, hand now placed against Gamuza. The silky pastel yellow hilt soft in her calloused fingers. "Only a small taste? I thought you were more arduous than that." Expression barely apparent as the words were spoken. Mind and heart turned into the off position. Instinct being all that was left.

[lambentflame]

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Nelliel Tu Odelschwanck

[sevimsizs-deactivated20131006]

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   With the sun resting high above the horizon, skies void of spots of white to litter its purity, and mild temperatures, it was a day one could refer to as choice. Pleasant, perfect, and blissfully ideal. On a day so immaculate, civilians would be wandering the streets to bask in the warmth and clarity of a summer’s day. Victims he could pluck and grasp between his fingers to toy with and torture, have them suffer and endure lacerations sweet to the touch. Gratifying afflictions to tug at anguished souls, pooling saccharine liquid of the brightest vermilion hue. Nonetheless, there was someone there to keep him company, the familiar voice sending a sadistic smirk splaying across his lips.

   “Yo, you piece of shit, Ya arent welcom’d” He greeted in return, gaze sharpening onto the others lack of clothing, an eyebrow raising as mauve hues shifted downward to examine it with interest.

[lanzador]

The former tres espada didn't seem to mind his words in the slightest, turning her chin upwards to finally stare him directly in the eye. Hazel gaze seeming to soften, a slight shake of her head at his words was all she would give. Years had passed since their last meeting and somehow she wished she could go back to the much simpler past. This man, this beast had harmed her fraccion, for that she could not forgive.

"Ogling as always, mouth as filthy as ever." Voice coming out as smooth as silk, watching him carefully. Waiting for him to be the first to strike if such a thing should arise. 

[lanzador]

♒ sevimsizs ♒

Rust colored optics locked onto the Quinto Espada, not letting her gaze lock onto him in full. Instead she stared from below her lashes, head bowed slightly. The scar from her past running down her from forehead and along the bridge of her nose. No words would form from her lips, instead her eyes seemed to take on a more dark appearance. Glaring hard now, her eyes still not allowed to look at him. Instead glaring at her bare feet below.

[sanjl]

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