bcuzofmiasma: (MY FINAL FORM)
Naraku // Onigumo ([personal profile] bcuzofmiasma) wrote in [community profile] homemeless 2013-02-24 05:33 am (UTC)

She serves her purpose merely by existing.

[ The moment he sees her coming, he smiles. Oddly enough, he doesn't even attempt to dodge; his movement is way slower than anyone knows he is capable of, and his entire arm is lopped off, falling limply to the ground. ]

You are already mine, my dearest princess.

[ There is no blood coming from his arm; only small bits of flesh from the impact, which seems to granulate in the air. Naraku, missing his arm and showing not even the slightest trace of pain in his face, widens his smile. Suddenly, a thick, purple mist begins pouring out of his body, and out of the severed part of the arm. ]

Overconfidence has claimed so many before you. [ The miasma swirls, forming a toxic smokescreen, obscuring visibility. Something grabs her leg; before the cloud thickens, she would see that it was the same arm she hacked off. ]

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