#;yona

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lotuscurse  ,  reno-of-the-turks  ,  defxnct  ,  virgilio-arcangelo  ,  umbraprxde  ,  purgetheimpure  ,  ryxgamine  ,  desespoiir  ,  annoyingeyepatchbookman  ,  sweetdiscolor  ,  appalledprince  ,  smokeandwar  ,  silencewithinmadness  ,  komandroftamaran

“Ｗｈｏ－－  ａｒｅ  ｙｏｕ  ａｎｄ  ｗｈｙ  ｈａｖｅ  ｙｏｕ  ｃｏｍｅ  ｈｅｒｅ？”

                                                                                                                                The witch to murmur softly,                                                                                                                                 form lingering at a safe                                                                                                                                 distance beyond a tree.                                                                                                                                 Of course she would play as if                                                                                                                                 anyone were to                                                                                                                                 attack her;                                                                                                                                 she was a wanted woman.                                                                                                                                 Her form hunted for her                                                                                                                                 extensive knowledge upon                                                                                                                                 magic and topics forbidden;                                                                                                                                 lost in time.                                                                                                                                 She was further known                                                                                                                                 as ‘The Cursed One’.                                                                                                                                 A single grey optic visible                                                                                                                                 from beyond the hood of                                                                                                                                 her cloak, silence settling in                                                                                                                                 wait for the reply.

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a-rogues-fidelity  ,  rxiu

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“Ａｎｄ  ｗｈｏ  ａｒｅ  ｙｏｕ  ｓｕｐｐｏｓｅ  ｔｏ  ｂｅ？”

                                                                                                                                The witch to murmur softly, form lingering at a safe                                                                                                                                 distance beyond a tree.                                                                                                                                 Of course she would play as if anyone were to                                                                                                                                 attack her; she was a wanted woman.                                                                                                                                 Her form hunted for her extensive knowledge upon                                                                                                                                 magic and topics forbidden; lost in time.                                                                                                                                 She was further known as 'The Cursed One'.                                                                                                                                 A single grey optic visible from beyond the hood of                                                                                                                                 her cloak, silence settling in wait for the reply.

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:.He Asked And He Got.:

Taken from this.

     Her expression to become of innocence and purity, perhaps to just tease him softly. Petite hands to grip the edges of her kimono attire, slowly tug it down to reveal her should while her other hand to slowly tug off her sash belt that held her attire together. Soft and slight glimpses to her flesh to peek from behind shy actions of holding the lower part of her kimono closed.

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Taken from this.

          ::ｊｅａｌｏｕｓ? ｗｈａｔ ｍａｋｅｓ ｙｏｕ ｔｈｉｎｋ ｔｈａｔ ｉ ａｍ ｊｅａｌｏｕｓ?::

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Life.

Taken from this.

She had caused so much trouble for him, just being near would cause the other to be in danger. "I'm cursed, if I live any longer, I'll only wind up hurting you oh-so-much more." Of course she didn't want to die, no one did but she would save lives without her darkened being around. However, his words caused her body to seemingly tense up, her strange optics to widen as she slowly looked at him. Her petite hands to grip his back as tears to flood forth from her hues before slowly and hesitantly kissing him back.

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Wanted Dead.

Taken from this.

She couldn't believe what was happening. What had become of Masahiro? Surly he was not himself! The tone of his voice would make the witch shiver. Dark magic was at works here.       "M-Masahiro, please snap out of it! This isn't you!" Her pleas to sound as she cornered, trapped like a wild animal. She didn't want to resort to her magic, she was afraid to hurt him.

     "Witches must have cast a spell on you! They want me dead but you are stronger than this petty spell! Please, I know you're better than this!" What was she to do? She was running out of options and her final one would to be fight back with force but this is Yona against someone she cares about. At this rate, she was bound to die.

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firstdivisioncaptain

How strange. Where on earth had she managed to get herself this time? She really needed to stop playing around with potions and concoctions she had no idea the effects of. You're suppose to be a Grand Witch, Yona. . . "Excuse me, where am I?" She'd ask the stranger that walked past her in his strange uniform, tilting her head. He seemed to be of a soldier or of something along those lines.