90th of Spring, 23rd of Bell, 513 AV "Cold dark night... Brimming with fright... When you face... Death's freezing embrace..." A beautiful haunting singing echoed in the Bronze Woods that night. Kouri slowly opened her crimson eyes and gazed at the night sky. Her ethereal rapunzel white hair slowly billowing in the wind. The usual childish smile she often has was not there, not even the mischievous smirk, or the terrible psychotic grin. Her expression were that of a serious adult, expressionless and cold. She was sitting on her favorite tall tree branch in the Bronze Woods. If someone who had known Kouri for a while saw her right now, they would see that the ghost girl's attitude and demeanor was quite different than she used to be. Kouri now looked more calm, cold, and mature. Her eyes didn't emit the bright innocent light they used to have. It looked like the little girl had lost her childish innocence and was forcefully matured into an uncaring adult. She extended her ethereal black tendrils, now noticeably much more thicker and stronger that it used be, and grabbed a steel dagger from the tree hole where she stashed her belongings. She held up the particular dagger to her face. This dagger... the one her Master, Cyrus Blackfire, gave her... the dagger that was given to her on this very location. The dagger that marked her first ascension to a warrior... but it was all meaningless now... her master was gone without even saying good-bye, not even a single note explaining his disappearance, not even a single... farewell hug. This dagger was just another dagger, her tools for dispatching all those who brave or stupid enough to disturb her. I know... I was a foolish girl, I was foolish to put all my life to another person... Kouri slowly put the dagger back to the tree hole. She then put her hands to her lap and slowly swung her legs back and forth, recollecting past events. Only a mere five days ago, she had gone into a psychotic rampage at the loss of Cyrus. If it not for the combined effort of Azcadelia and Kisetukai, she would have killed many innocent people in the Kabrin Road and possibly be exterminated by Spiritists. She swore to herself, Madame Azcadelia, and Sir Kisetukai to never let that happen again. In order to do that, for the past five days, Kouri had shut her emotions and feelings away. She was now without a clear goal in her unlife... sure Madame Azcadelia had offered Kouri to stay with her, she really appreciated it, but... she needed time, time to think about it. She couldn't just let the feelings she had build for Cyrus to be gone in a flash. I think I'll go practice... Kouri arched her back by bending her body forward and eight ethereal black tendrils spawned from her back, whipping the air. Kouri slowly straightened up her body and commanded her tendrils to pick up eight daggers from her treasure hole. Four steel daggers and four cold iron daggers glinting dangerously in the moonlight, floating in the air held by ethereal arms. Aaah~ It always feel good to do this... Kouri then quickly jumped down from the tree branch, fell down, and stopped just a few inches above the ground. "......" With a silent exhale, she began spinning around and making elegant yet deadly movements with her eight daggers. NoteProgress pending until enough XP awarded for Soulmist Projection to reach Expert level |