Drown within blood’s miasma which continues to spread its poisonous web her chuckle destroys the barrier she sets between, becoming an eerie laughter: loud, clear and dangerous, her power not controlled as walls start to crack, windows shattering as the sound causes an otherworldly uncanny melody which makes shivers slither onto one’s back. Similar to a scene from a nightmare where corpses lay scattered across the floor and blood no longer drips from their lifeless bodies, having already formed in pool onto the cold floor which only allows the sound of its guests shoes echo, the hollow room is no sanctuary where one can find the peace they seek, their tormented soul reaching heaven’s power.❝ What if I was? Are you going to fight me?❞ The sun settles down whereas the horizon seems dyed in blood, inviting forth the ruler of the night to occupy its rightful throne. She turns her head to glance at the masked man, her gaze freezing, rapacious alike a feline which is about to seize its prey and sink its fangs into its tender meat. Her voice masks not the disgust, the confidence and merriment which dance within her silky voice: like nectar it soothes one’s hearing, nonetheless it nurtures a lethal poison which few can ingest and survive unscathed.❝ Don’t be conceited.❞ With utmost elegance, she jumps from the mountain of corpses she has sat till moments ago, the sound of her heels almost imperceptible meantime her lips curve into a smirk: when life arranges a meeting which can soothe the endless boredom into your life, will you ignore it to continue with your lax life or challenge the same opportunity and bask in your victory?
The food smelled delicious. He didn’t seem to mind the woman or the company, nor was he trying to fight. He wasn’t told to fight and so he wasn’t planning on engaging her at any cost. A finger came up to the mouth on his mask, his spine shivering with how much food was open, exposed to him. Like a child he despaired for it, he yearned for the crunch of bone and the tearing of flesh, the ripping of sinew and muscle under his jaws.
Shaking his head as the other questioned him, he pulled out his pad and paper, holding up the pad to her after he finished writing. So you are going to eat it then? He asked, not rising to her challenge. He wasn’t about to fight over some corpses, he could kill humans just as well but if she wasn’t going to eat them then there was no reason for them to go to waste. He would be more than happy to eat the meat from the bones and then the bones after. Despite her efforts, Noro still showed no sign of being ready to attack. In fact, apart from the note to her, he seemed largely unaffected by her taunt. Not much could kill him so what really did he have to fear?
