02-15-2016, 01:50 PM
The warlocks nefarious grasp on the island was firmer than Orihime could have ever fathomed. Breathing in the faint ocean air felt toxic, her lungs ached with every heavy breath she managed to take. Chernobyl was once a nuclear power plant that exploded in a catastrophic disaster releasing radioactive chemicals into the atmosphere. Dark magic in the from a drizzly fog contaminated her body like radiation poisoning.
Nevertheless, she believed this experience was a test, to prove that she was strong. Orihime’s actions caused her feeling savage like a troll, questioning who she was. Every time she was forced to injure or kill, her entrails felt entwined in knots. As a result, she heard the words of her dear friend Zabajin echo in her ears “Don’t let yourself believe that what you feel is wrong.”
In many ways, the troll chief taught her how to fight, but more importantly, he taught her how to win. One of the things remembered from his teachings was to appreciate the feel, the sting, and the burn under her skin after every battle. The pictures came to life, opening her eyes, thinking that she must be dreaming.
Above all Orihime believed in mercy, standing resolutely which Zabajin, in equal measure loved and hated. Consequently, he told her that her heart was her mortal flaw but that Orihime was his fatal sin. Finally, she was starting to see what he knew was inside her along, that behind Orihime’s soft exterior lay a warrior.
“You really don’t know when to quit do you?” Victor raged, his hand reaching for his hat like the quick draw of a cowboy.
For this reason, when the assailant she had just defeated moments earlier stumbled from the bushes, his body flashed brightly with blood that Orihime stopped the impending assault from her allies.
Steadfast in front of assign the red haired girl stood her ground while the victim of her blade spat out substantial amounts of blood.
“I think the point has been made.” Orihime scolded while she stood resolute between the two enemies.
“He held a party to too much death and destruction. I can’t let you stand in my way of sweet revenge.” the cloaked man tempted while searching for a clear shot at the pointy-eared attacker.
“Look at him!” Orihime screamed, doing her best to hold back tears. Peering back at the man, slumped in agony while blood escaped a savage cut across his chest. “What honor would have defeating him? He can barely stand.” She pleaded, desperately searching the young ninja's eyes for support.
Granted, this man had attacked his moments earlier the shorter boy held back the heated assassin with his star wand in his hand. “She is right, this is not the place or time,” he concluded while he eyed the two blades attached to the hip of the one called Jak.
“If you can keep the dark creature at bay then you will have our protection for the time being. However if you try to attack this group again, I will end your miserable existence.” the boy warrior promised.
You could cut the awkwardness with a knife as the group of four warriors sat huddled closely together in front of a dimly lit fire. Usually in front of a campfire, the campers would exchange fond memories or ghostly tales. On the other hand, this whole fiasco was already the perfect setting for a horror movie. Spirits, guardians, weapons of mass destruction, that all pretty much covered the bases for a grisly tale. Besides the lack of conversation, the group sat and tore at the warm roasted flesh of goat while the fire danced light across their features. Grateful that she was able to sleep for the most part tonight as the 3 men decided on shifts to take watch throughout the night. Her eyes would not open again until the comforting warmth of dawn on her flesh cheeks.
Nevertheless, she believed this experience was a test, to prove that she was strong. Orihime’s actions caused her feeling savage like a troll, questioning who she was. Every time she was forced to injure or kill, her entrails felt entwined in knots. As a result, she heard the words of her dear friend Zabajin echo in her ears “Don’t let yourself believe that what you feel is wrong.”
In many ways, the troll chief taught her how to fight, but more importantly, he taught her how to win. One of the things remembered from his teachings was to appreciate the feel, the sting, and the burn under her skin after every battle. The pictures came to life, opening her eyes, thinking that she must be dreaming.
Above all Orihime believed in mercy, standing resolutely which Zabajin, in equal measure loved and hated. Consequently, he told her that her heart was her mortal flaw but that Orihime was his fatal sin. Finally, she was starting to see what he knew was inside her along, that behind Orihime’s soft exterior lay a warrior.
“You really don’t know when to quit do you?” Victor raged, his hand reaching for his hat like the quick draw of a cowboy.
For this reason, when the assailant she had just defeated moments earlier stumbled from the bushes, his body flashed brightly with blood that Orihime stopped the impending assault from her allies.
Steadfast in front of assign the red haired girl stood her ground while the victim of her blade spat out substantial amounts of blood.
“I think the point has been made.” Orihime scolded while she stood resolute between the two enemies.
“He held a party to too much death and destruction. I can’t let you stand in my way of sweet revenge.” the cloaked man tempted while searching for a clear shot at the pointy-eared attacker.
“Look at him!” Orihime screamed, doing her best to hold back tears. Peering back at the man, slumped in agony while blood escaped a savage cut across his chest. “What honor would have defeating him? He can barely stand.” She pleaded, desperately searching the young ninja's eyes for support.
Granted, this man had attacked his moments earlier the shorter boy held back the heated assassin with his star wand in his hand. “She is right, this is not the place or time,” he concluded while he eyed the two blades attached to the hip of the one called Jak.
“If you can keep the dark creature at bay then you will have our protection for the time being. However if you try to attack this group again, I will end your miserable existence.” the boy warrior promised.
You could cut the awkwardness with a knife as the group of four warriors sat huddled closely together in front of a dimly lit fire. Usually in front of a campfire, the campers would exchange fond memories or ghostly tales. On the other hand, this whole fiasco was already the perfect setting for a horror movie. Spirits, guardians, weapons of mass destruction, that all pretty much covered the bases for a grisly tale. Besides the lack of conversation, the group sat and tore at the warm roasted flesh of goat while the fire danced light across their features. Grateful that she was able to sleep for the most part tonight as the 3 men decided on shifts to take watch throughout the night. Her eyes would not open again until the comforting warmth of dawn on her flesh cheeks.
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