Utsuho Reiuji (
omnomsgods) wrote in
dramadramaduck2012-08-02 05:56 pm
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[ Red and fire and musk and ash- nothing else fills the view on screen. If the earth could make a sound, it would be the rattling breath of death. The nuclear wasteland is kind to nothing. A figured rises, something glowing in the middle of its torso; those that know her may recognize Utsuho, but at the moment she's only driven by wrath and a hunger for power. It's all consuming, it's painful, but as someone born from the darkness of Hell, this should be normal.
There's someone she's dragging along, not caring for the dust of life that dirties the body. Closer now, the state of the body can be seen- burns, pus-filled blisters, pale and clammy skin, and a tattered miko gown. The forearm where she's being held is only dark, cancerous tissue. She may be even less recognizable, but that person is none other than Reimu Hakurei. By all accounts the girl should be dead. She waited too long to go to the underworld; that amount of time was enough for the Hell Raven to become accustomed to her new power. And now--- ]
Aaahggg....!
[ Thoughts are cut short; the shrine maiden feels a white-hot pain on her shoulder. What tears through her skin is neither magic nor blade, but the razor-sharp teeth of a youkai endowed with divinity like her own, but oh so much more corrupted. She gasps, struggling to fend off the overwhelming light-headedness as muscle and tendon are torn through, stretched, and cut. It already hurts to move, how can she manage enough strength to escape? She tries to think of anything else, of her duty, of how she should still fight. Even if Gensokyo is nothing but ash. Even if there's a great fissure across the burning sky. This... shouldn't be happening; she was supposed to protect this place. Where is everyone?
The second bite is worse, and she hears a snap as the youkai devours through her arm. Her body writhes, and she's not even sure she has her arm anymore. There's little she can do to resist. Then: nausea. Numbness. Darkness. ]
[[OOC: Both Reimu and Okuu will be replying in the comments! Because yes, of course Reimu will manage to get away. It's already a bad end enough with the nuclear apocalypse. ]]
There's someone she's dragging along, not caring for the dust of life that dirties the body. Closer now, the state of the body can be seen- burns, pus-filled blisters, pale and clammy skin, and a tattered miko gown. The forearm where she's being held is only dark, cancerous tissue. She may be even less recognizable, but that person is none other than Reimu Hakurei. By all accounts the girl should be dead. She waited too long to go to the underworld; that amount of time was enough for the Hell Raven to become accustomed to her new power. And now--- ]
Aaahggg....!
[ Thoughts are cut short; the shrine maiden feels a white-hot pain on her shoulder. What tears through her skin is neither magic nor blade, but the razor-sharp teeth of a youkai endowed with divinity like her own, but oh so much more corrupted. She gasps, struggling to fend off the overwhelming light-headedness as muscle and tendon are torn through, stretched, and cut. It already hurts to move, how can she manage enough strength to escape? She tries to think of anything else, of her duty, of how she should still fight. Even if Gensokyo is nothing but ash. Even if there's a great fissure across the burning sky. This... shouldn't be happening; she was supposed to protect this place. Where is everyone?
The second bite is worse, and she hears a snap as the youkai devours through her arm. Her body writhes, and she's not even sure she has her arm anymore. There's little she can do to resist. Then: nausea. Numbness. Darkness. ]
[[OOC: Both Reimu and Okuu will be replying in the comments! Because yes, of course Reimu will manage to get away. It's already a bad end enough with the nuclear apocalypse. ]]

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