Blood
A scream of rage went out as a lean man slid under a horizontal swipe of a great sword. Quickly rising with twin swords in hand, slicing the Achilles tendon of his opponent before ripping gaping wounds up his back and across every visible piece of skin on the green skin foe. Once sure that he couldn’t stop him, he swung his swords in a cross section removing the head from the creature's shoulders. Blood misted up and coated the man who had just won the fight.
The bloodlust in Alucard’s eyes coalesced causing them to glow an eerie red. The smile that split his lips stretched into a disturbing grin as two small fangs poked out. Licking his lips, he looked around to the tribe of goblins and orcs and raised his weapons once more. He tilted his head one way until his neck cracked loudly and then the other way. As he breathed out, a fine red mist coated his body as he walked forward into the large crowd of goblins and orcs. An unhinged laugh poured from his throat as he charged the fleeing civilians.
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Light
A sigh of relief went through her as she was able to stabilize another person. Something had gone through and hurt a lot of people in the village. Her healing was the only reason for as many survivors as there were. A raid had gone through here, a vile group that loves to rip apart lives. She knew she should do something about them but she couldn’t just the thought of coming face to face with any of those demons brings a shudder to her body. Closing her eyes and channeling the healing light, those around her in the infirmary started to heal slowly.
Fear is a killer in this world and Marigold knew that. She was only trying to help those in need. The people thanked her and brought her gifts but she declined them all except for food. She needed to keep eating to keep healing, to burn more fuel and save as many as she could. Her pure white eye welled up with tears as she thought of all those she couldn’t save, and she held it close like an anchor to do better.
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Fire
The flame burned brightly as the wood crackled. She stared into the flames as her hand waved through it. Unbothered by the heat she sat down in it. Fire wrapping around her like a halo. She breathed in and the fire pulled in, then as she breathed out it flared up. Her golden eyes open and the blaze burns brighter. Standing up, the flames lick up her body until it reaches her hair and joins the inferno that makes her body. The wood turns to ash under her feet as she started to float.
Pulling in the flames Ki’ron moves forward through the woods, doing her best to not burn anything. The animals flee as she moves slowly, like a creeping forest fire. Any sparks that fly off and set something ablaze is drawn back. She looks in the distance to a mountain, the only place where she might not cause a disaster.
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Shadows
The wind blew hard around the cloaked figure. His arms extending out to points like daggers. His target lay in front of him. A portly old man indulging in the pleasures of life in the most vulgar ways possible. A disgusting pig of a man. Pulling the cloak back before dropped from the rafters of the room. A loud thump could be heard along with the splintering of wood as his weight fully came to bare on the flooring. A cry of alarm followed by pleas for one's life.
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Kurai did not listen to the pig of a man's pleas for mercy. His dark complexion blended into the darkness of the room. His horns shinning in the flickering torchlight. He knew his new appearance bred fear, but it was the strength in his body that he loved most of all. His katars sat in his hand as he beheaded the pig. Disgusted by even the putrid blood of the man. He looked around at the group of women in the room cowering in the corners. Putting away the weapons in hands he went to one of them, a small demoness. Reaching down, he lifted her into his arms before disappearing into nothing.
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Lightning
A flash of light followed by a sharp crack of thunder lit the figure standing at the top of a mountain. His wings crackled with each slow movement. Then in a flash and a crash of thunder he was gone, flying high into the air and the storm above him. A smile covered his face as his wings beat harder and harder, getting as far up as he could. As he reached the clouds above he heard the rumbling as the lightning struck him and he soared even higher.
Hawk passed the clouds so fast he made them part. His love of flying and new body made him burst with happiness as he soared above the storm clouds to look up into the night sky. The stars above him shining so bright that he almost couldn’t believe the beauty of it all. His flight halted as he entered a dive. Slamming past the clouds again, one beat of his wings sounding of thunder as he dipped and dove around. His laughs could be heard for kilometers as he enjoyed himself.
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Void
Lyra turned the blade over in her hand, a smooth practiced motion as it flit between her fingers. She had been in this new body for hours at this point, testing and moving herself in every way she could think of to get ahold of her abilities. Lyra's attempts at using her skills went easier than she thought they would, with the new pathways that flowed through her body turning what was once a deadlock stop into an open highway. Lyra's mana flowed through her body as she stood, a layer of light shimmering over her upon activating her illusion skill. Her form shifted from the look she had sculpted to her old human appearance. It wasn’t perfect since the illusion skill had only gone up to level 4 from her practice. Standing in front of Lyra was a mirror image, only instead of her current appearance, she was faced with a reflection of who she was before her plunge into this new reality. Her grip tightened on her blade, as though she could simply fend off the pang of grief that shot through her once confronted with an image of who she once was.
A flick of her wrist, and the illusions vanished as she looked the new quest over in an attempt to lose herself in a task. Lyra just needed to reach the Novice Core's level cap and receive a reward to hopefully shortcut her way forward. In the past all she cared about was getting to the top of her game, but now she has a chance to become someone more. To be someone that can do anything. Lyra took the first step toward leaving the clearing she had awoken in, the looming trees in the distance towering above her. Weapon in hand like an extension of her body, Lyra stepped through the threshold to the sound of her heartbeat in her ears, pounding away like drums from the excitement blooming in her chest.