11-19-2018, 01:43 AM
The sweet movements of death. Swift like a bird of prey, talons sharp when she reaches in for a final kiss. Moments are clicking and turning - metal scrapes against metal, a screeching sound that pains the ears. She creeps like a hunter. Her limbs shift into place in a surreal fashion, jerking and rattling in approach. Shadowed by distraction, clouded by hope. They say that in moments of genuine fear, once can see her toothy face flashing towards them. Losses are manifestation, time retreats. Faces become sapped of life and bravery. A monster in the midst of monsters, a beast who lurks and embraces the unsuspecting. Death is a weight, a shackle that weighs herself upon the shoulders of mortals, holding them down to the foundations of reality until they wear out. She is all consuming, engulfing the universe ahead of her. Her appetite is an abyss, a hungry void. Sometimes she has a taste for flesh, other days she seeks the taste of a dying star. Bakugou has met her before. Though she gave no name, no soul, for his taking, there is a peace that she brings with her calamity. Her justice is merciless and she has thrown him into her stomach where he was fall until she is sick of him, spits him back out and ejects him into a world unknown. Burning.
It was Owen's call that brought him here. He hadn't realised the thick scent of blood because it was similar to the stench of his forge - metallic and dreary. The only difference is that it was also accompanied with rotting. The carcass was a playground of flies, zooming in as if it were a feast. The worst sight of it was the torn out face, the missing eyes, the monstrosity of an appearance. There was no honour in that woman's death. His attention, however, was to the children present. Seeds grow from the base of his paw, protruding from the inside of his skin before he throws them outwards, letting the soil envelop them. Vines burst out, growing and untangling when he uses on to latch onto Elijah, covering his eyes and drawing him back like ropes pulling at cattle. After he pulls the child significantly away, he uses two trees as a fence post for him to wrap vines around, preventing the boy from re-entering to see the sight. He doubts the kid will try and fly around - no one in their right mind will want to sit there and look at the corpse of Argus. Then he looks at [member=2804]PRISCILLA[/member] , raising another set of vines and attempts to pull her back and move her away from the scene. The grasp of the plants shouldn't hurt unless she chooses to squirm and resist. Bakugou doesn't have the time to watch children hesitate to scamper off.
He's about to toss a snarl towards Owen when the deep rumble of Luciferus makes his fur rise, bristled by the sound. Sanguine eyes look up to the ebony dragon whose wings stretch outwards, flying towards a direction he can only assume to be the Rosebloods. Bakugou then looks towards the gate, noticing the body that had been forgotten among the chaos of discovering Argus. There is a tradition in handling dead bodies. He is not one to cremate the two pirates. "There's no one stopping Lucifer from burning the shit out of them selfish bitches now," he mutters. Frankly, he too is deeply annoyed in the loss of two Typhooners. There is, however, no point in pursuing the Rosebloods. "Let him deal with them for now. We've only recently raided The Pitt and I'm sure Lucifer is enough, he can be his own army if he wants to." He doesn't want to give The Rosebloods any attention, they are not worth his time and, while their loss of numbers frustrates him, he cares very little about the pirates who had lost their lives today. He grieves only their lost reputation. "We'll just warn everyone to keep their guard up for now and if more people die from this then maybe they were dead weight to begin with. I ain't going to let us play their stupid little game where they cry and beg us to give them attention."
It was Owen's call that brought him here. He hadn't realised the thick scent of blood because it was similar to the stench of his forge - metallic and dreary. The only difference is that it was also accompanied with rotting. The carcass was a playground of flies, zooming in as if it were a feast. The worst sight of it was the torn out face, the missing eyes, the monstrosity of an appearance. There was no honour in that woman's death. His attention, however, was to the children present. Seeds grow from the base of his paw, protruding from the inside of his skin before he throws them outwards, letting the soil envelop them. Vines burst out, growing and untangling when he uses on to latch onto Elijah, covering his eyes and drawing him back like ropes pulling at cattle. After he pulls the child significantly away, he uses two trees as a fence post for him to wrap vines around, preventing the boy from re-entering to see the sight. He doubts the kid will try and fly around - no one in their right mind will want to sit there and look at the corpse of Argus. Then he looks at [member=2804]PRISCILLA[/member] , raising another set of vines and attempts to pull her back and move her away from the scene. The grasp of the plants shouldn't hurt unless she chooses to squirm and resist. Bakugou doesn't have the time to watch children hesitate to scamper off.
He's about to toss a snarl towards Owen when the deep rumble of Luciferus makes his fur rise, bristled by the sound. Sanguine eyes look up to the ebony dragon whose wings stretch outwards, flying towards a direction he can only assume to be the Rosebloods. Bakugou then looks towards the gate, noticing the body that had been forgotten among the chaos of discovering Argus. There is a tradition in handling dead bodies. He is not one to cremate the two pirates. "There's no one stopping Lucifer from burning the shit out of them selfish bitches now," he mutters. Frankly, he too is deeply annoyed in the loss of two Typhooners. There is, however, no point in pursuing the Rosebloods. "Let him deal with them for now. We've only recently raided The Pitt and I'm sure Lucifer is enough, he can be his own army if he wants to." He doesn't want to give The Rosebloods any attention, they are not worth his time and, while their loss of numbers frustrates him, he cares very little about the pirates who had lost their lives today. He grieves only their lost reputation. "We'll just warn everyone to keep their guard up for now and if more people die from this then maybe they were dead weight to begin with. I ain't going to let us play their stupid little game where they cry and beg us to give them attention."