Thick, satin red liquid seeped from a man who laid on the worn down carpet. His eyes looked up at the shadowy figure that filled his vision, his breathe catching. " Y-You're a witch! " He screeched, struggling to push his body upright. The woman laughed at him, running a hand through her thick, curled hair. " I'm tired of small men calling me names. " She whispered, walking towards him. At this rate, only a few feet separated the injured man from her hands.
A large amulet, with a silver chain, hanged around the woman's neck and rested on her breast. The pulsing purple light complimented her eyes in unexplained ways. The woman looked almost like a strategically carved figure. The tight, black tunic hugged her curves. " Do you know how my parents died? " The woman said, bending down to meet the mans gaze. After a moment of silence, she rolled her eyes. " Of course not... Sixteen years ago, a cold February night.. Don't you remember? " The man bit his lip and kept his tongue to himself. In a swift movement, the back of the woman's hand meet the fleshy, soft pink skin of the man's cheek and blood sprayed from his mouth. " Your group was assigned to take out my parents for treason... Now, if you can not still wrap your pathetic mind around that then let me remind you; treason for stealing a handful of money. " She raised her hand to her lip, running her fingernail that was coated with his blood against her lip. " Out of anything... Money.. We were witches for crying out loud! " The man met her eyes again and fear grabbed at his muscles. " When I woke up... Their hearts were gone.. Can you imagine what that does to a six year old? I didn't stay after I found them.. I ran far away.. I knew from that day on, I would kill anyone who had played even the smallest part in my parents murder. Lucky for me, you were one of them. " The woman raised her hand, a purple mist forming from her palm. The man began to cough, his body hunching over. A throbbing pain spread across from his body and he could feel a lump rising in his chest. " Y-You Bi- " The mans figure hobbled over as blood sprayed onto the woman's body. She smiled devilishly, looking at the man who violently twitched on the ground, and the still beating heart in her hand. The heart finally slowed down to a faint rhythm and she slid it into a box. The house was a mess, blood and glass splattered around the hall. Her work here was done, for the most part.
The walk back into the city was long and left her body aching. She turned down multiple streets until she met a small corner shop. A thick, black velvet cloak covered her silhouette and shielded her from the harsh winds. There were still faint dabs of blood on her face, but she chose to ignore them. Let the humans fear her. A cloaked man greeted her, outstretching his hand towards her. " Melody. " The woman groggily pulled the box out of her bag and placed it into his hands. The exchange was simple and he handed her a stack of money, along with a piece of paper.
By the time the sun began to fall, Melody had already changed out of her tunic and washed the blood out of her scalp. She avoided the paper, knowing what was printed on it. A new name. A new person she would have to kill to unbind herself from her debt to the circle and still be able to use their magic. A soft, silky dress hugged her body and she wore heels that made her appear taller than she was. Another person dead, another drink she needed. The walk to the corner pub wasn't far from her small home. The thick smell of alcohol made her feel sick to the head. The light in the pub complimented her already exquisite figure and she melted onto one of the wood stools. An uneasy feeling made her look around as her fingers squeezed the amulet.
[ Note: I have not roleplayed in probably two years, so I'm sorry if this is not up to standard... If anyone would like to also do this roleplay, but would like to do it over messages, please let me know!
)
A large amulet, with a silver chain, hanged around the woman's neck and rested on her breast. The pulsing purple light complimented her eyes in unexplained ways. The woman looked almost like a strategically carved figure. The tight, black tunic hugged her curves. " Do you know how my parents died? " The woman said, bending down to meet the mans gaze. After a moment of silence, she rolled her eyes. " Of course not... Sixteen years ago, a cold February night.. Don't you remember? " The man bit his lip and kept his tongue to himself. In a swift movement, the back of the woman's hand meet the fleshy, soft pink skin of the man's cheek and blood sprayed from his mouth. " Your group was assigned to take out my parents for treason... Now, if you can not still wrap your pathetic mind around that then let me remind you; treason for stealing a handful of money. " She raised her hand to her lip, running her fingernail that was coated with his blood against her lip. " Out of anything... Money.. We were witches for crying out loud! " The man met her eyes again and fear grabbed at his muscles. " When I woke up... Their hearts were gone.. Can you imagine what that does to a six year old? I didn't stay after I found them.. I ran far away.. I knew from that day on, I would kill anyone who had played even the smallest part in my parents murder. Lucky for me, you were one of them. " The woman raised her hand, a purple mist forming from her palm. The man began to cough, his body hunching over. A throbbing pain spread across from his body and he could feel a lump rising in his chest. " Y-You Bi- " The mans figure hobbled over as blood sprayed onto the woman's body. She smiled devilishly, looking at the man who violently twitched on the ground, and the still beating heart in her hand. The heart finally slowed down to a faint rhythm and she slid it into a box. The house was a mess, blood and glass splattered around the hall. Her work here was done, for the most part.
The walk back into the city was long and left her body aching. She turned down multiple streets until she met a small corner shop. A thick, black velvet cloak covered her silhouette and shielded her from the harsh winds. There were still faint dabs of blood on her face, but she chose to ignore them. Let the humans fear her. A cloaked man greeted her, outstretching his hand towards her. " Melody. " The woman groggily pulled the box out of her bag and placed it into his hands. The exchange was simple and he handed her a stack of money, along with a piece of paper.
By the time the sun began to fall, Melody had already changed out of her tunic and washed the blood out of her scalp. She avoided the paper, knowing what was printed on it. A new name. A new person she would have to kill to unbind herself from her debt to the circle and still be able to use their magic. A soft, silky dress hugged her body and she wore heels that made her appear taller than she was. Another person dead, another drink she needed. The walk to the corner pub wasn't far from her small home. The thick smell of alcohol made her feel sick to the head. The light in the pub complimented her already exquisite figure and she melted onto one of the wood stools. An uneasy feeling made her look around as her fingers squeezed the amulet.
[ Note: I have not roleplayed in probably two years, so I'm sorry if this is not up to standard... If anyone would like to also do this roleplay, but would like to do it over messages, please let me know!
)
(Hey, I would love to join this roleplay. Sounds quite interesting! These three shadow brothers are badass, and would love some action- actually, menas I would. But you know what I mean. So anyways, these three I think you might like!)
( Hello! Sending you a message right now to discuss a plot. )
Sending you a message right now to discuss a plot. )
May I join this interesting rp?
This sounds interesting. May I join as well?
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