Aka Kuroi, Approval
Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2023 5:14 am
1. I am nineteen years old.
2. I have roughly four years of collaborative writing experience through discord and forum roleplay.
3.
Tension and Release: A symphony of interwoven veins and muscles guides her fist as it erupts against the nose of her foe, a shrill squeal exploding from their gaping mouth as she hits them again and again and again. Soon, the cries faded into whimpers, which were then entirely snuffed out by the low sound of the ocean's waves. She watched with rapt attention the lax body of what was once a bandit, boasting and raving as they threatened and jeered at the elderly owner of the private vessel, intending to make what was his theirs. How fortunate that old man was, she supposed, as she once again tore into the bandit's face with her bony knuckles.
The vivid echo of bone meeting bone was enough to spurn the shaken older man to gasp, cowering behind the low transom as she continuously assured the condition of their assailant. The sound that escaped his mouth seemed to have caught her attention as she snapped her head to glare at him. A pair of bleeding red eyes bore into the man's skull, causing the faint words he had attempted to speak to die out as his throat tightened considerably. Droplets of sweat cascaded down his panicked expression, his body beginning to shiver terribly as the shadowed figure leered at him. A black mass of threads and shadows enveloped the figure as it approached the old man with meticulous steps, blinding him to its true appearance. Pressing his back against the walls of the boat, the old man could do nothing else but pray against the inevitable. A few measured strides later, the figure passed the shadowed veil of the sail and at once let the moonlight envelop them.
The old man nearly cried in relief.
It was not an opportunistic grimm that had so maliciously dealt with the man trying to rob him; it was a woman. A girl, to be exact, if her age did not betray the youthful fullness in her face. Yet, as he gazed upon her visage, he began to notice how...oddly she appeared. Her skin pales like a corpse, her eyes are large and predatory, and her-
"Old man."
Startled out of his trance, the man quickly shambled up to his feet. Despite the gruesome sight, she really did save both his boat and his life. For that, she needed thanks. But as the aging man gathered his bearings and stood to his full height, he noticed yet another peculiarity. The girl simply loomed over him, easily eclipsing even his own height as she looked down on him with those piercing red eyes. "You are the owner of this boat, right?" She spoke in a low yet somewhat high-pitched voice, concrete evidence of her young age. The man nodded at her question, his throat constricted still. "Then you really are lucky..."
He didn't like the subtle shift in her voice.
"...And so am I." With a sudden step, a single one of hers eclipsing the distance between them, the girl appeared right in his face and peered into his eyes as if she were staring straight into his soul. "Since I helped you, you'll help me as well, right?" He understood the implication immediately; she was not asking him. "Using this boat..."
He understood now, as a fissure tore apart her white face and molded itself into a crescent-like smile, what exactly this girl wasn't.
She definitely wasn't human.
"...You'll take me to Vale."
2. I have roughly four years of collaborative writing experience through discord and forum roleplay.
3.
Tension and Release: A symphony of interwoven veins and muscles guides her fist as it erupts against the nose of her foe, a shrill squeal exploding from their gaping mouth as she hits them again and again and again. Soon, the cries faded into whimpers, which were then entirely snuffed out by the low sound of the ocean's waves. She watched with rapt attention the lax body of what was once a bandit, boasting and raving as they threatened and jeered at the elderly owner of the private vessel, intending to make what was his theirs. How fortunate that old man was, she supposed, as she once again tore into the bandit's face with her bony knuckles.
The vivid echo of bone meeting bone was enough to spurn the shaken older man to gasp, cowering behind the low transom as she continuously assured the condition of their assailant. The sound that escaped his mouth seemed to have caught her attention as she snapped her head to glare at him. A pair of bleeding red eyes bore into the man's skull, causing the faint words he had attempted to speak to die out as his throat tightened considerably. Droplets of sweat cascaded down his panicked expression, his body beginning to shiver terribly as the shadowed figure leered at him. A black mass of threads and shadows enveloped the figure as it approached the old man with meticulous steps, blinding him to its true appearance. Pressing his back against the walls of the boat, the old man could do nothing else but pray against the inevitable. A few measured strides later, the figure passed the shadowed veil of the sail and at once let the moonlight envelop them.
The old man nearly cried in relief.
It was not an opportunistic grimm that had so maliciously dealt with the man trying to rob him; it was a woman. A girl, to be exact, if her age did not betray the youthful fullness in her face. Yet, as he gazed upon her visage, he began to notice how...oddly she appeared. Her skin pales like a corpse, her eyes are large and predatory, and her-
"Old man."
Startled out of his trance, the man quickly shambled up to his feet. Despite the gruesome sight, she really did save both his boat and his life. For that, she needed thanks. But as the aging man gathered his bearings and stood to his full height, he noticed yet another peculiarity. The girl simply loomed over him, easily eclipsing even his own height as she looked down on him with those piercing red eyes. "You are the owner of this boat, right?" She spoke in a low yet somewhat high-pitched voice, concrete evidence of her young age. The man nodded at her question, his throat constricted still. "Then you really are lucky..."
He didn't like the subtle shift in her voice.
"...And so am I." With a sudden step, a single one of hers eclipsing the distance between them, the girl appeared right in his face and peered into his eyes as if she were staring straight into his soul. "Since I helped you, you'll help me as well, right?" He understood the implication immediately; she was not asking him. "Using this boat..."
He understood now, as a fissure tore apart her white face and molded itself into a crescent-like smile, what exactly this girl wasn't.
She definitely wasn't human.
"...You'll take me to Vale."