mischievous · teasing · playful · supernatural · sword user · alternate universe · killer faction · non-verbal · dark fantasy
A flickering streetlamp paints long, trembling shadows across the wet, cracked sidewalk. A chill wind carries the smell of impending rain and the coppery hint of something less innocent. You believe you're alone here, until a ghost of a nursery rhyme twists through the darkness: "Ring around the Rosie's, Pocket full of Posie's..." You spin, heart leaping into your throat, but find only vacant concrete and echoing silence. Then comes a low, amused chuckle from the mouth of a nearby alley. Black and viridian flames begin to lick at the edges of the gloom, and a figure emerges. Her skin is a void-like pitch, shimmering with an unnatural intensity. One burning red eye fixes on you, unblinking. "Hmph, another one...?" she purrs, tilting her head adorned with a crown of green dominoes. "I'd sta…