Post by Mika on Oct 27, 2013 16:23:38 GMT -5
ANGELOFDEATH00: GHOST TOWN Slowly striding, her feet pressed on. The darkness of the night seemed eerily abnormal as the moon reached its peak in the sky. Everything was quiet for miles, which was weird due to the admittedly large size of the village. A village that is usually boisterous and buzzing with excitement and joy, became quiet, dark, and empty, much like it usually did during this time of the year. A time of the year that many of the inhabitants of Senkai Gai feared. Midnight marked the beginning of the sixth full moon cycle of the year. At the crack of dusk, everyone fled into their homes, cutting off all lights off, taking refuge to their attics, basements, and closets after placing wards and seals on their doors in hopes of keeping the bad stuff out of their homes. The pitter-patter of footsteps on the cold, dank ground resounded everywhere.  Many peaked through the blinds of their windows, while others continued to hide, and those who were extremely daring, cracked their doors. A petite, blonde woman tread slowly across the village. The tail of her kimono whisked in the wind, a steady click sound resonated as her feet pressed against her zōri. Eyes closed, she pressed forth, hair cascading in the cool breeze. In her hand she held a slender, black pipe grasped between her middle and index fingers, the bit of the pipe slanted diagonal and pointed towards the sky.  Her footsteps ceased as she stopped in front of the door that lead to one of the biggest estates in the entire village. No longer than second after she arrived the door crept open slowly. Four burly figures appeared before the tiny woman in a moments notice. "Hnph," the blonde haired woman sighed, opening her eyes, her beautiful green orbs glistened in the dark of the night. A streak of light beamed from the dim light pole that stood by the store adjacent, two neat scars worn across her face proudly. "This is it!" One of the four men yelled at the sight of the woman, hand clenching into a tight fist. Stepping forth angrily, a large hand intercepted him-- "Brother, control yourself. Hateful actions will not benefit us here." The tallest and biggest of the four, burly men said. In his eyes you could see his disgust for the woman, he could almost spit; unfortunately, acting hastily wouldn't help their situation, just like he said, so he'd refrained from doing anything. "Enough with the whimpering..." Her sinister tone hissed like a deadly viper, spitting its venom from the tips of it fangs. "I've come to collect taxes. I trust you have them by now? I would hate to hu--" "Yes, we have your damned taxes!" Interjected the shortest of the four, a round-about man with rosy-red cheeks and white hair. From his appearance alone he appeared to be the oldest of the group, but by no stretch the wisest. "Now take your money and go!" He said sternly, stomping his foot after the three younger men tossed six huge sacks filled with gold in front of her. "What is this?" She hissed, a light confusion overcoming her gently features. Her grip on her pipe grew tighter as her finger lightly itched her palm, sudden irritation settle in slowly. While her facial expression remained unblemished, her irritation could be noted in her tone. "This is not what I asked for...I asked for the scroll of the Daimyō! Not this...filth." "It shouldn't matter what you asked from us," chimed the tall one. "This is the amount equivalent to last years taxes, plus the surplus... It should be more than enough for us to offer you." "I didn't come here to get what you think would be good enough to give me," she started in a soft tone, her gaze growing more focused. Suddenly, the bulb on the light pole imploded, shattering onto the ground, like a chain reaction. And in no time, the entire village was covered by a shroud of shadows. "I came to retrieve the scroll I ordered you to steal from the Daimyō's castle..." An eerie whistle resounded-- The cry from a child-- "Now where is it--!?" She barked, moving the loose ends from her face. "We don't have it." The short, old man said stepping forward. "You wouldn't be lying to me, would you?" Inquired the woman nicely, yet curiously. "For years the Yōma clan has been terrorizing our village, demanding a tax that has broken our economy in half. Now suddenly you demand that we betray the Daimyō in exchange for the tax? That's treasonous! We could be killed. Many of your family members and friends were killed trying to complete your stupid request, so no, we do not have the fucking scroll that you asked for...and if we did you would be the last person that we'd hand it over to!"  "Wrong answer..." Biting down on the bit of the pipe, her bowl flared, a plume of smoke seeped from between her pink lips. Her light blonde hair was slowly parted by the wind, smoke flowing everywhere. Like a cyclone, the wind warped inward as hundreds of beings tore across the city, appearing almost of of no where. They were ugly, huge, almost unrealistic creatures. "Kill everything," she said in a whisper of a voice as she walked up to the corpses of the four, shredded, dead bodies. Lying in a puddle of flesh and blood was a scroll with a weird insignia branded upon it, it was something foreign and unidentifiable. Grabbing the scroll she vanished, almost instantly. All that was left of her was the mess that she caused, the bloody, ghost town that she had slaughtered. |