Post by makai on Nov 8, 2008 16:29:23 GMT -5
"Merry merry merry may!
Hey oh, hey oh!
We're on our way!"
Makai had learned to come up with little tunes during her absence, thoguh it wasn't until she reuntied with Kurei that she put her time into it.
"Merry merry merry yoh!
Hiyay hiyay!
Dance and sing as we head home!"
Makai actually didn't have a home, not yet at least. She had found numerous men who offered to be her new master. The first few tried to make her do things that were uncomfortable. One of them tried to reach his hand up her uniform. Makai kicked him. After she kicked him, that's when the chain of violence began. Makai grabbed a knife from the kitchen and stabbed him repeatedly, hacking, ripping, and tearing at his flesh until he was but a pile of tattered skin and a mass of blood. Makai laughed. She howled and screamed in malicious mirth.
Unbeknownst to her, Makai had a little devil in her. Not a spirit, but all of her malevolence and inner evil. Her non-stop kindness needed something balance out with. Makai was a monster, and once she saw an opportunity, her other self would charge out. Even when this "other" faded, Makai still suffered from the effects. She tested those who wanted her to serve them in a duel. If they could best her, she served them. If not, they were killed unmercifully. Makai tended to forget about the last part.
A ghastly, wrecked old church rested in the distance, timbers faded and worn. This drove Makai onward and onward.
"I'm comming buddy, hang on!" Makai had spent her months in a library of records, which she had literally fallen into. She read countless books and had studied many maps. This old church, Sanctuary, fascinated her.
Once she had reached her destination, Makai smiled. With a kick, she knocked open the heavy doors. One flung to the side while the other fell straight in.
"Oops! I guess I'll have to fix you up a bit before I can call you my base," Makai chuckled nervously, gawking at the huge rafters and the benches that were scattered every where.
"Hellooooooo!?" She called, loving the sound of echoes.
Hey oh, hey oh!
We're on our way!"
Makai had learned to come up with little tunes during her absence, thoguh it wasn't until she reuntied with Kurei that she put her time into it.
"Merry merry merry yoh!
Hiyay hiyay!
Dance and sing as we head home!"
Makai actually didn't have a home, not yet at least. She had found numerous men who offered to be her new master. The first few tried to make her do things that were uncomfortable. One of them tried to reach his hand up her uniform. Makai kicked him. After she kicked him, that's when the chain of violence began. Makai grabbed a knife from the kitchen and stabbed him repeatedly, hacking, ripping, and tearing at his flesh until he was but a pile of tattered skin and a mass of blood. Makai laughed. She howled and screamed in malicious mirth.
Unbeknownst to her, Makai had a little devil in her. Not a spirit, but all of her malevolence and inner evil. Her non-stop kindness needed something balance out with. Makai was a monster, and once she saw an opportunity, her other self would charge out. Even when this "other" faded, Makai still suffered from the effects. She tested those who wanted her to serve them in a duel. If they could best her, she served them. If not, they were killed unmercifully. Makai tended to forget about the last part.
A ghastly, wrecked old church rested in the distance, timbers faded and worn. This drove Makai onward and onward.
"I'm comming buddy, hang on!" Makai had spent her months in a library of records, which she had literally fallen into. She read countless books and had studied many maps. This old church, Sanctuary, fascinated her.
Once she had reached her destination, Makai smiled. With a kick, she knocked open the heavy doors. One flung to the side while the other fell straight in.
"Oops! I guess I'll have to fix you up a bit before I can call you my base," Makai chuckled nervously, gawking at the huge rafters and the benches that were scattered every where.
"Hellooooooo!?" She called, loving the sound of echoes.