BEAUTY

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[zodiacsignsaspics]

scorpio, gemini, leo, virgo, capricorn, aquarius

[vengeanceclaimed-blog]

@jcrogumc || starter

The stainless blade reflected against the sunlight peaking through the trees, her fingers running over it. Her clan was brought to shame, their elicit affairs brought to the light when her scheming brothers fumbled. There was no mercy, every single member of her clan was brought to shame. No one was innocent before the eyes of society, and her brothers fatally committed seppuku out of their deep shame. 

What a horrendous life this was. 

This is why she was chasing after a folklore, enduring many weeks within the damp forest she was staying in just to find the one she wanted. She wasn’t sure if she’ll ever get there, she wasn’t sure if he was real, but she held on. She held onto her hope, the only motivation she was given. No one encouraged her to leave her hometown to find a damn SPIDER of all things, but she went on. 

Her sword cut down the pesky grass in her way without worry, brushing away the lanky limbs of trees out of her line of vision. She was running into circles, she had to be. She cursed her life, she cursed her birth! She was running after a myth like a stupid innocent child, running after hope because that’s the only thing she knew. Out of a burst of rage, she slapped out a large limb connecting to one of the many trees, only having it boomerang back to her. 

“Aaaah!” She ducked quick as she ran forward, but her eyes weren’t able to catch the twig on the ground. Tripping over it, she was forced downward to the hard ground, soon rolling right down a hill. Her screams were loud and pathetic, hitting every pebble in the ground as her tumble came to a halt. Her mind recovered slowly, blinking before she noticed what she was before.

A CAVE. 

This is it?! She stood up, her sword tightly held in her grasp. She wandered in hoping she’ll come out alive. 

[zodiacsignsaspics]

gemini, aries, leo, sagittarius, scorpio, capricorn

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[vengeanceclaimed-blog]

juvenile-rampage:

“Gah, you fucki- This isn’t over, ya’ hear! You’ll get more people an- Aaaah!”

“Jesus, why can’t weaklings like you shut up.” Amber kicked the girl in the jaw again for good measure, getting a satisfying cry from her along with a tooth. Another fight against the Raving Roses won, and only a few… seven… nine bruises and cuts to show for it. Not bad for a three-on-one fight. Jeez, taking out these brats isn’t fun… Street fights just didn’t compare to official kickboxing, wrestling, and kendo matches. It could be fun when someone had a martial arts background, but  against untrained or inexperienced people like this time? It just felt boring. It was more intense for sure, but everything was so telegraphed compared to an experienced fighter. 

“So much for that.” She pulled out her phone, entering the Raving Roses Discord (thank god for Discord to make group chat with the gang so much easier on her phone data).

kohakuhagane

boss, this was 2 ez. i wanna fite sum more. lemme take on the bubble pop next

queenrose

A 3-on-1 fight isn’t easy Amy. Don’t get cocky just because you’re our toughest fighter.

kohakuhagane

whatever. im heading back 2 hq. can we spar when i get back? im still antsy.

queenrose

If you aren’t covered in bruises like I know you are, then sure.

kohakuhagane

fuk u bitch DX ill dropkick u when i get back.

She sighed. “Dammit boss, stop chickening out and fight me already…” Amber closed her phone walking out of the park and toward the Raving Roses base. She started to, but stops as she saw someone looking at her handy work. They must have been watching the fight. 

“What? Never seen a catfight before?”

She was walking back home, minding her own business, she was a victim to her own dreamland. Her music’s pulsing beat could be heard through her tiny earbuds, her hand clutched around her schoolbag. Walking back home was a calming walk full of music, not a boxing match. 

Maybe that’s why she got caught up in the fight before her.

She watched the smaller girl take down each and every one, her strength prevailing before the inexperienced. Her technique looked sloppily, no true rhythm in her punches. She looked as if she tried to show off her moves, but the girls before her fell down quicker than her punches smacked them. She would be impressed if her critical eye couldn’t shake off how she fought with them. Stupid hoodlums.

“You seem to have some knowledge in fighting other than using your fists... but it was MESSY. I can see your strength, but it’s useless when sparring with a skilled fighter. Those were easy bait, and they reeled you in, didn’t they? Go find a equal match, stop fighting the weaklings.” Her tone was cold, sharp as a cleaned blade. 

“I would take you on, but I have no time to waste. You wouldn’t know anything I want to know either way. Idiotic hoodrats like you are as ignorant as they can be. What about you leave my presence?”