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Post by AMANOHARA SUMIRE on Jun 5, 2017 11:39:42 GMT
The veil between worlds was narrow. Natural and supernatural phenomenon coincided with one another like coins; one side heads and another tails yet clear as an ocean’s gray waves. Townspeople also didn’t understand what secrets some of their populace held. Various rumors about fire wielding and wind bending Humans spread to Sumire’s ears; causing her to investigate. Based off given information Sumire discovered them as two rival families who fought for control over town politics religion and more. Their existence wasn’t so much a secret to fellow townsfolk since they’d ruled for over four generations. For a forth, if not more, generation long spiritual family their raw spiritual talent would be far more refined than families without a history of spiritually gifted Humans.
Inside town Sumire traded for a guide on herbal remedies. She’d walk outside town surveying various plant life while keeping a constant reminder about dangerous of certain plants she read. Based off what Sumire already understood about what herbs made for good brew some leaves were larger and/or smaller than others. The surrounding plant life drew in Sumire’s attention. Though based off Sumire’s exploration she hadn’t discovered a great lay line branching underneath. However, there was enough lack of Human interference that gave plant life some mutation.
Though for all Sumire’s troubles money and food weren’t an issue. Collecting fruits from trees or killing an animal for meat was an easy task. Washing clothes also wasn’t problematic considering through Soul Communication she could remove all grime filth and undesirable odors. But this wasn’t Sumire’s first time venturing. Some months ago, a year if recalled correctly, a lone Sumire traveled from forest to forest and village to town without any direction. Sumire wasn’t domesticated – Living inside a city for a while hadn’t weakened her in the survival sense but her Fullbring senses grew dull or so it seemed.
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Post by AMANOHARA SUMIRE on Jun 11, 2017 3:49:23 GMT
Who were these people? One old man took an interest in a lone Sumire. Whether or not he wanted to obtain something perverse from her or being a gentleman or legitimate concern for her wellbeing Sumire did not know. His white beard reached down to his stomach with thick eyebrows that spanned longer than his face. Black robes went down from shoulder to collar, down to ankles where old sandals were on his feet. This man’s attire and looks were strange but his spiritual nature grasped attention of golden pools towards his direction. He sat down beside Sumire offering over tea. Should she take it? Sumire utilized Soul Communication to see if there was anything weird about this tea but found nothing. Worriedly and curiously Sumire glared towards him from head to toe once more. This wooden cup he offered didn’t seem to possess anything weird so Sumire took a sip, however, she felt something strike her chest like a glass marble going down her throat that was made of liquid yet held some sort of solidified form while also being liquid. A slime that was hard slime? Sumire’s throat was grasped by her. Eyes widened with her choking. She glared at the man but found her vision going black.
For all her troubles Sumire didn’t get much done. She walked from place to place without much reason other than following her own instinct. Though what was Sumire’s instinct? Where did it lead her? Why did it lead her away from society? The darkness Sumire floated in made little sense. Solid yet not solid, the weight that her body had also felt ler than should. Why was it Sumire’s mind streached out away from her body while at the same time stayed inside her body. Her stomach, heart went from chest to throat and stomach from lower absnomine to chest. The guts that were became more than normal, her body went from light ot heaby and rammped up. Joins glowed with productivity. Thinking of moving caused movement, but also rejected her will due to the movements being purely based on something that was to weird. Weight from throat to limbs and wires that did not exist tugged on each limb.
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Post by AMANOHARA SUMIRE on Jul 6, 2017 2:39:30 GMT
Sumire hadn’t stayed long in Germany. Constant traveling meant no time for friends let along love. Both, especially love, weren’t her preference. How others came together baffled Sumire since she couldn’t feel what others felt. That warmth inside, if love truly existed, was when blood from some freshly slain victim poured down her throat. Perhaps butterflies was when theirs churned inside her stomach. Sumire’s most recent victim, sadly, wasn’t human. A recently butchered mountain boar rested underneath shady trees. Sumire preferred eating under shade trees during hot summer days and autumn wasn’t much different.
Half its body gone, from snout to chest, and there sat Sumire nearby with hands face and pink coat bloodied. Her slender stomach, far be it from logic to explain, was only slightly plump after gorging herself on such high quality meat organs, and, yes, bone. She belched loudly like no female should but saying she was ‘human’ wasn’t wrong nor correct. Dressed in only a white dress, stopping above knee, and a black unbuttoned coat Sumire remained sitting with back leaned against tree trunk and eyes halfway closed. Limbs were limp as most her relaxing body. Only her partly bent legs were under the warm sun. Part of her body cool and part warm, comfortable.
Humans were so interesting but also boring. They fought in wars. They killed one another just to prove a point or simply for monetary gain. Foolish, foolish humans. Her half smile that shouldn’t be, a somber one filled without commonsense. This reasoning was something from another time and place, a very primal yet sociopathic philosophy that couldn’t be called thought but, instead, emotion. Sumire, rolling over onto her right side, stretched out allowing herself what seemed slumber but her mind was simply hazed; she was happy, she was content. She was Sumire.
The female, hungry for power, required sacrifice. Instinct demanded unmoral offerings thereby driving Sumire into madness. Inside darkness painted scarlet and air filled with sulfur strange eons took hold her heart. And from those strange eons images from long ago, before Gaia’s birth, spanned endlessly somewhere deep, deep down. The nearby boar indeed provided an excellent meal but for how long? How long until she began craving more than human flesh? Perhaps souls? That might be good, well indeed. Sumire had lost herself to her instincts but not without good reason. To long Sumire lived a simple life while denying who, and what, she was. Hollow, sometimes, feared Sumire but she’d not dare consume those beasts. Maybe someday, not soon though, she’d partake in Soul Reaper flesh.
Sumire’s time here wasn’t short. Minutes turned to hours while this lone girl rested mind and body however her spirit was another story. Somewhere deep, deep down her soul pushed her into doing these things. What sanity Sumire held onto was locked away. Softly she sighed, now absorbing more yellow rays turning red as the sun began setting. Her stomach, now no longer plump, flattened and the boar was drug off by wolves. Still full but now craving drink. But what sounded good?
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