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// Yes, yes. Sad day indeed. Due to technical difficulties with tumblr that I cannot fix, I am refraining from roleplaying. I would still love to thread with people though. If you are interested, or a precious partner, please message me and I will give you my contact information. Thank you ~Corvus
Red On White (@ incruentus-corvus)
incruentus-corvus
≾ "Your mother is not here, child. Though her presence would be interesting indeed." The carnivore replied to her mutterings. The sour smell of urine disgusted him, causing his nose to wrinkle. Thank god he was not planning on eating her or that would have been the last straw.
He was amused when she started begging him for help. What did she believe he would do? What a weak girl. He hadn't even begun to get his revenge and she seemed to already be willing for death to take her in it's cold claws. Well.. If there was one thing that Izaya was that was cruel. Death wouldn't get Akane for awhile yet, if he could help it. Killing and devouring people was his forte, but he also knew how to keep someone alive. The adrenaline shot was an example of this. If this were to happen again, he would attach her to a machine in order to fulfill his sweet, dark revenge.
Izaya was like an animal. Once something -- or someone -- got in his head, it never left until he was done. Such obsessive behavior was a common thing for him to do, but he was blind to it. The carnivore was blind to most of his own faults, actually. But his eyes never missed a human's flaws. He twisted them, played with them, ripped them apart and thrusted them into the light. It was good entertainment to him, but in the darkness behind him, his own faults grew with each passing second. "How do you wish for me to help?" He asking in a voice that dripped with glee and venom. What an interesting combination. "I have brought you food and water and you repay me by nearly dying and leaving my vengeance unfulfilled. Help is a long way off for you, child. But the next time you try something like that, it will not just be adrenaline waking you up from the dead. Pain and fear work just as well." ≿
She knew he was talking to her, but his words were so difficult to grasp. Something about death, something about fear and pain. But she didn't recognize what he said so much as his voice. Akane remembered that voice like a horrid nightmare one only remembers in bed. Her head rolled from side to side and she fought to move. She had to get away. She couldn't listen to this voice any longer.
"Go away!" Akane cried. The shot of adrenaline gave her volume. She raised her hands and lashed out at the creature weakly. She tried to slap his bad arm.
"You murderer! You killed Marina-sensei!" She accused, repeatedly striking him. She couldn't feel the pain shooting up her wrists. "I don't want anything from you! Go die!"
It was then that Akane remembered her other leg, the one that wasn't chained to the mattress. She brought it up to her chest and kicked. She aimed for the monster's stomach, but she bucked too wildly to see if she met her mark. Akane lashed out with every muscle she possessed, charged by the adrenaline he'd used to spike her blood.
However, the tide ebbed just as quickly as it had come. Akane's struggles grew weaker until her arms fell limp and her eyes turned glassy. Pain fractured the scowl of hatred on her face and morphed it to something softer, something like confusion or sadness. Akane's breathing slowed again.
"M'goin' to kill you..." She slurred, twitching numbly as the adrenaline rushed passed on. "jus'...one sec..."
She shook her ankle, rattling the chains holding her down. If she could only find a way to break free...
// If I ever got enough questions, I would love to do reply gifs. My cosplay for this character has a few additional aspects and I want an excuse to wear it more often.
"Well I /was/ going to send you some random lovey-dovey romantic shit but that new little pop-up made me want to punch you instead. You might not want to come home tonight."
"What?" he scoffed, letting a soft grin slip onto his features with an arrogant air, "I’m just letting those who go on my page know exactly what you are. Well, partly anyway. Besides, don’t act so angry. You weren’t really gonna send any such thing."
Red on White @(incruentus-corvus)
Little puffs of steam rose from the princess' scarf as she bobbed down the walkway, her tiny head wrapped round in a fluffy hat. It was an especially chilly evening, not a time for many people to be outside. Though the quick walk from her teacher's studio to the bus stop was nothing too complex. Akane hummed as she travelled. She kept her mind on her lesson instead of the cold, her mittened hands curling around her backpack straps. Her violin case poked from its top, just concealed by the zipper. Akane loved to play and she'd been putting much more effort into her lessons recently. Her displays of responsibility and determination had earned her much more respect from her parents, and the little princess was graciously rewarded with additional autonomy.
The bus stop appeared on the horizon, its neon lettering promising warmth and security. But at that moment, Akane remembered something crucial. While she'd made sure to pack her violin case into her backpack, she could not consciously recall putting her violin in it first. In a frantic motion, the little princess stripped off her bag and unzipped it, yanking out the hard instrument case. Upon undoing the clasps, she discovered her violin was indeed missing.
"The studio!"
Akane swiftly put everything back in its place and took off at a run. She had to make it back before her teacher left. She would have finished locking up fifteen minutes ago, then probably went to her car. If Akane hurried, she might be able to catch her in the parking lot. Akane couldn't believe how foolish she'd been. Her snow boots pounded against the sidewalk as she ran, her breath now expelled in trails of white smoke like a dragon's fire.
The little princess skidded into the studio parking lot, her wide grey eyes scanning desperately for her teacher's car.
"Marina-sensei! Marina-sensei!" Akane called out in hopes that her mentor might still be near.
There was no response. However, Akane did see her teacher's automobile after all- it was the one with the blue sticker on the back. Akane breathed an enormous sigh of relief; Marina had pointed out once before that the sticker ensured her car wouldn't be towed, even if left overnight. That was certainly her vehicle, and that meant she was still here. Akane just had to find her and get that violin back. Marina would have the keys to the studio...
Akane drew closer to the car, much more relaxed in pace. Perhaps her teacher was simply sitting inside, fishing around in her purse or something. The little princess slowed so as not to startle her. Her throat ached from the harsh wind she'd shoved down it.
"Sensei?"
Splash. Akane's gaze dropped to her boot. She'd stepped in a puddle, curiously enough. She thought it was too cold for water to stay in liquid form. A warm breeze tickled her nose, but its smell was foul. Akane recognized it as the coppery tang of blood.
All of it was blood. It leaked from Marina's car.
"Se..."
If it weren't for the sudden rattling from the corner, Akane would have vomited on the spot. But the sound distracted her. The little princess turned on her heel and pursued it, hoping against logic that whoever it was might have seen what happened to her teacher. Distantly, Akane noticed that she was following a trail of red dots in the snow.
"Wait-!"
She could see him! A man with a black messenger bag on his shoulder, exiting onto the street through an alleyway. Judging from the blood on his shoes, he'd seen the puddles too. Akane opened her mouth to call to him again, but then she shut it. The little princess' expression hardened. She wasn't stupid. That man was an adult- if he'd seen the blood and hadn't called the police, then he must somehow be involved.
Akane followed him from a distance. Not once did her eyes leave his back. He'd done something terrible, this man. If she trailed him long enough, he'd reveal what it was.
// 200 FOLLOWERS~
≾ "Harden my heart and hope to die." ≿
