( Complete ) it's been a while since you've come around
WHO: Tira and Youji Kudou.
WHAT: The two meet again after being separated for a very long time.
WHERE: The very edge of the jungle.
WHEN: Uh, whatever day it is now.
Blood was smeared across her tiny, bare stomach. It stained her hair and clothes, heaviest at her sleeves and upper torso, and covered almost half of her face. Bloody footprints made a trail from the mangled Shadhavar she had brutally maimed only moments before right up to the edge of the city. Tira's weapon was stained just as heavily as her clothes. Her fluffy tail, which was almost completely red with blood, swished behind her. Her ears twitched with every little sound. Claws, sticky with blood, rapped against the metal of Aiselne Drossel as she carried it along with her.
Only Tira could be covered in that much blood and still have not a scratch on her body.
But even without all the blood, there seemed to be something rather... off about Tira tonight. Those cruel, laughing eyes of hers were completely silent. And her expression, usually so full of childish naivety and smiles, was instead cold, hard and somehow, slightly more sinister.
But really, who knew with Tira? Even the smallest trigger could improve her mood -- or push it even further down.
WHAT: The two meet again after being separated for a very long time.
WHERE: The very edge of the jungle.
WHEN: Uh, whatever day it is now.
Blood was smeared across her tiny, bare stomach. It stained her hair and clothes, heaviest at her sleeves and upper torso, and covered almost half of her face. Bloody footprints made a trail from the mangled Shadhavar she had brutally maimed only moments before right up to the edge of the city. Tira's weapon was stained just as heavily as her clothes. Her fluffy tail, which was almost completely red with blood, swished behind her. Her ears twitched with every little sound. Claws, sticky with blood, rapped against the metal of Aiselne Drossel as she carried it along with her.
Only Tira could be covered in that much blood and still have not a scratch on her body.
But even without all the blood, there seemed to be something rather... off about Tira tonight. Those cruel, laughing eyes of hers were completely silent. And her expression, usually so full of childish naivety and smiles, was instead cold, hard and somehow, slightly more sinister.
But really, who knew with Tira? Even the smallest trigger could improve her mood -- or push it even further down.