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Cough.
Followed by a choke and fall to the ground.
Pavonine found herself at a desperate attempt for self-control as her blood pulsed heavily to and from all corners of her soul and being. Her head hurt more than it ever has through all of her incarnations combined. She had never been sick before — at least, not in the past couple of years that she remembered.
It was a difficult time, as she wobbled as far as she can from the heavily populated areas of the island. Pavonine had no clue what she was capable of doing — at least other than eating the flesh of another person — if ever she transformed into anything.
Her body flickered lightly into a mist of pixels, causing her to bite her lip. Something was definitely wrong, and her body was reacting weirdly to the flu that had been going around.
Naturally, she had fully convinced herself that she was immune due to the nature of her... well... creation. She was also naturally wrong.
Her pilgrimage finally led her to the lake, unfortunately to the more populated side of it where people started to build houses and stores to capitalize on the recreational appeal of the water paradise. Her iridescent eyes gazed onto the water as soon as she reached the middle of the bridge that she had been walking on, and lunged forward in an attempt to cool herself off.
Her body felt like it was on fire; not even water was able to douse off the feeling of her flesh burning off. It was a different sensation from growing scales. It was something else.
Crowds formed at the place from where Pavonine jumped off, wondering if the woman just tried to kill herself or just went for a sudden dip in the water. She had fallen towards a really deep part of the lake, and suicides weren't... unusual — just not at the light of day.
And not with it ending up with a bright light coming from the water. The light dimmed, and there rose another woman, who gently stood on the water. Of course, such magic wasn't uncommon for Monte Carlos Island; the academy was full people with them.
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But she glowed, and had a gaze set to kill.
She reached her hand out to the skies.
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And in a great spark of lightning, came the burst of fire and the wrath of hate.
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Cough.
Followed by a choke and fall to the ground.
Pavonine found herself at a desperate attempt for self-control as her blood pulsed heavily to and from all corners of her soul and being. Her head hurt more than it ever has through all of her incarnations combined. She had never been sick before — at least, not in the past couple of years that she remembered.
It was a difficult time, as she wobbled as far as she can from the heavily populated areas of the island. Pavonine had no clue what she was capable of doing — at least other than eating the flesh of another person — if ever she transformed into anything.
Her body flickered lightly into a mist of pixels, causing her to bite her lip. Something was definitely wrong, and her body was reacting weirdly to the flu that had been going around.
Naturally, she had fully convinced herself that she was immune due to the nature of her... well... creation. She was also naturally wrong.
Her pilgrimage finally led her to the lake, unfortunately to the more populated side of it where people started to build houses and stores to capitalize on the recreational appeal of the water paradise. Her iridescent eyes gazed onto the water as soon as she reached the middle of the bridge that she had been walking on, and lunged forward in an attempt to cool herself off.
Her body felt like it was on fire; not even water was able to douse off the feeling of her flesh burning off. It was a different sensation from growing scales. It was something else.
Crowds formed at the place from where Pavonine jumped off, wondering if the woman just tried to kill herself or just went for a sudden dip in the water. She had fallen towards a really deep part of the lake, and suicides weren't... unusual — just not at the light of day.
And not with it ending up with a bright light coming from the water. The light dimmed, and there rose another woman, who gently stood on the water. Of course, such magic wasn't uncommon for Monte Carlos Island; the academy was full people with them.
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But she glowed, and had a gaze set to kill.
She reached her hand out to the skies.
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And in a great spark of lightning, came the burst of fire and the wrath of hate.
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[HI GUYS. PLEASE POST A LINK TO YOUR CHARACTER'S PROFILE WHEN YOU REPLY. THERE WILL BE A RULESET FOR THIS THREAD, BUT I'LL NEED TO LOOK EVERYTHING THROUGH FOR BALANCING.]