Hatred boiling at the depths, two meeting underneath the light of the blood moon. Agony incomparable, anger rising to the surface. A heart desiring for an end to its torment, wings wishing to soar in the vastness of the sky. That werewolf glaring at the young woman, its talons intensely radiating malevolence. Darkness pouring out of it, plaguing the surroundings. Screaming out, shouting its very soul. Expanding its arms, that monster spreading their stance, loudly howling into the moon above. Those loathing powerlessness, desires driving the way forward.
That will to oppose, hearts dancing in the wind. The young woman resting her vision onward, that hatred inside of her resonating with the hound. Chilling the breeze is, the wheel of fate spiraling around them. A conclusion not in place, two seeking their own path. That beast continuing to howl, Cyra witnessing malevolence wildly lashing out in every direction. Negative energy striking upon the land, blades of grass blowing far, pieces of the land scattering around. Her own darkness clashing against the anger bombarding the field, that resolve holding onto the faintest of hope.
Calmly walking onward, that maiden fixating her eyes upon her foe. Shadows lingering from the darkness, formless entities rising from the land. Manifestation of hatred, that feeling of wrath. Lævateinn loudly crying, malevolence intensely emitting from it. That werewolf turning its attention onward, loudly roaring. Those shadowy figures responding to its command, that young woman extending her blade, darkness intensely igniting from her. Enemies all around, those crimson eyes trailing her many targets. Those shadowy beings rushing at her, leaving behind a trail of miasma.
That energy burning the surroundings, steam rising into the air. The first one approaching, her senses heightening. That devil slightly crouching, adjusting her footing. Darkness rushing around her, the young woman appearing behind the figure in an instant. Her blade swinging in its direction, connecting at the waist. That shadowy entity splitting in two, burning away into the blackness all around. Slightly turning, a second one rushing past her. Her attention meeting with the one ahead, those crimson eyes locking onto the werewolf. Smiles in those distant times, one filling with love for the worlds, now hatred existing.
A chance coming around, smallness of it, but that being more than enough. One embracing those selfish desires, rising to the challenge at hand. Even if it is an eternal struggle, that faintest light guiding her way. From above, another shadowy figure descending upon her. That young woman remaining still, her blade piercing through the chest of the fiend. Her expression holding no remorse, that devil witnessing her enemy burning away into the darkness. Glancing back, her eyes resting upon the figure from before, that fiend approaching her. Turning her attention ahead, that werewolf rushing at her, shredding apart the land.
Extending her offhand, grabbing the shadowy figure by the neck. That hound approaching, Cyra hurling the enemy forward. The werewolf ripping the fiend to pieces, its eyes locking onto the maiden. Pressing her foot against the ground, Cyra dashing away. Particles of the fiend falling below, the hound bursting through, its speed tremendously increasing. Adjusting her stance, vertically positioning her blade. That claw of the beast striking against the demon sword, an intense shockwave ripping through. Cyra holding her ground, her heart rate accelerating. That monster touching the ground, its vision upon her own, both glaring at the other.
Chillingly cold the surroundings are, wind flowing along. Those blades of grass gently moving, the stench of death and decay high in the air. Tiles on the ground cracking, some trees barely holding on. That devil slightly pulling away, the beast continuing its assault. Moving a bit to her left, that hound passing her. The monster turning its head in her direction, those cold crimson eyes glaring into its blood red own. Raising her demon sword, immediately striking down. Touching the ground in an instant, that werewolf narrowly dashing away from the assault. Lævateinn colliding into the land, malevolence ripping away at the surroundings. Cyra resting her vision upon the werewolf ahead, the beast rushing towards her. That fiend leaping high, extending its claw. Descending on her, that devil swiftly launching an uppercut. Her blade colliding into the fearsome claw of the monster, the ground tearing apart.
Pushing against the fiend, rendering her elbow into its jaw. That monster stepping back in some pain, her sword coming down upon it. The hound dashing away, her blade crashing into the land. Malevolence tearing at the surroundings, those crimson eyes upon the werewolf ahead. Two meeting on the battlefield, hatred guiding their way. Agony incomparable, that will to oppose feverishly burning. The hound rushing at her, that young woman meeting its action in kind. Both circling the other, repeatedly clashing against one another. Feelings flowing through, those yearning for their desires. Dashing away, Cyra narrowly avoiding the claw of the beast. Both standing from a distance, their hateful eyes upon each other. Malevolence intensely burning from the devil, that werewolf bearing witness to this. Her darkness slowly changing, a pure white energy igniting from her. Emotions rising, that maiden confidently swinging out her offhand.
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"Hmph..."
Darkness surrounding her, latching onto her skin, plating her body in pure blackness. Nine wings of malevolence extending from her back, her eyes blood red. Claws within view, fangs revealing itself. A powerful burst of energy sweeping through the area, that werewolf blocking out the intensity of the assault. Lowering its arms, witnessing Cyra floating just above the ground, calmly folding her arms upon her side. That hound stepping away, growling in unease. Extending her right hand, that beast gazing upon her, witnessing malevolence tearing away at her arm.
Darkness immensely spiraling around her, her arm rapidly expanding, a massive shadowy claw of a dragon coming into view. Ascending high into the air, raising her claw above. Malevolence all around, that darkness moving towards her. That claw of the young woman assimilating the negativity, her malice burning even brighter. Locking onto the werewolf, that devil bursting through the air, descending on her foe. The hound lunging at her, those two approaching the other. Her claw reaching forward, expanding, grabbing the head of the beast. Floating in place, those emotions flowing through her.
That fiend struggling, the young woman crushing down on its skull, bashing it into the surrounding area. Hatred paving her way, one loathing the battlefield. No matter so, that faintest light within the abyss. Blocking out that pain, overcoming her insecurities. Everyone having a breaking point, that young woman reaching her own well into the past. Craters upon the land, that body of the werewolf becoming limp. That young woman raising its body by its head, her claw penetrating into its skull. Her eyes slowly calming, that hound painfully resting its vision on her own, blood streaming down their face. That will to continue on fading from it, those eyes of the maiden growing sorrowful.
"Am I...truly going to go so far...?"
Those emotions inside of her, hatred boiling at her core. One loathing each and every moment, those times so long ago having a chance of becoming a reality. Wings wishing to soar, a heart in bondage. That soul yearning for its freedom, torment over the many years. Two of differing times, one loving the vastness of the worlds, the other despising it. Hanging her head low, her claw shaking in hesitation. Dread taking over her, that heart of softness fighting its way to the surface. Her resolve clashing ever so far within, her deepest desire finally having a chance of becoming an actuality.
"Forgive me...but this is the only path left for myself..." She depressingly states.
One existing underneath the light of the blood moon, that object cursing those within its path. Events so long ago, two from differing worlds. An unlikely meeting, but a most wonderful experience. Hearts once embracing in the bliss of the other, souls soaring the endless sky. That time coming apart, one once filling with love for the worlds going away. Hatred manifesting, desires taking over, a chance to make the nigh impossible into a reality. Even through it all, one desperately trying to maintain themselves. Reluctantly crushing down on the skull of the hound, that monster howling in excruciating pain. This of her path in going forward, a devil staining herself in the blackness of corruption. Despair deep within, hatred burning from her depths, sorrow maintaining that heart of softness.
"Whatever I must use to achieve that dream...then I shall. To eternally bury the past, to finally move onto the future I so desire..." She softly speaks.
Two sharing a dream, companions desiring in continuing on together. A future away from such sadness, to embrace those happier times once again. The werewolf transforming into dark crimson energy, that young woman distantly resting her vision upon it. Her heart paining her every step of the way, yet the smallest of light residing there. Her path going forward, that one willing in staining herself in corruption. Crushing down on the soul of the hound, that energy assimilating into her claw, flowing through her body. That darkness latching onto her slowly fading, evaporating into the air. Cyra lowering her claw, malevolence leaving her body. Normally standing, her golden hair revealing, those gentle crimson eyes unveiling once more. Calmly turning, witnessing the dimension around her distorting. That area returning to its original state, the grave of the werewolf meeting her awareness. Slowly looking around, nothing else existing there for the moment.
This hatred I feel...it is indescribable, but I feel like I can finally manage it now. No more running, no more hiding. There is only one thing left to do now, and that is to move onward. For now though, I should see my mother off...