With a force greater than that of a normal being she pounds the blade with relentless speed. Wiping her brow, she looks anxiously towards the sky. "Just a little bit more" she says, while continuing with the task at hand. A sharp pain surges through her body, ignoring it the best she can she gives one last blow to the now well formed blade. Finally it was complete, the key to her salvation. How long ago had it been since that fateful night where her family was slaughtered and all she was left with was this horrendous curse. As the moon begins it's nightly trek across the sky, the pain begins to intensify as her nails elongate and become claws, teeth become sharp and jagged, a tail shoots out from her spine and lastly blue and black fur emerges from the once smooth skin. With a great cry that sounds more like an agonized scream than a howl, she grabs the once simple sword and can't help but give a grin with those menacing fangs. In her hands she holds her greatest treasure, a blade that holds the power of the moon. If her theory proves correct the only thing that can destroy the beast who made her is to use the source of it's power against it. If this fails... no it won't... it can't. For if this fails what else could there be and if she loses hope, how long till she becomes the mindless beast she seeks to destroy.
Gin Ryu · Sun Jul 06, 2008 @ 09:33am · 0 Comments |