BURN
BRIGHT
BRIGHT
Ninazu stands against the rebellious tide, pupils narrowed to slits and a curl in her upper lip. The Coalition lost their claimed lands, bit by bit, but the most dangerous animal is a beast slammed into a corner. She fights for her home, for her family, for a future. The Coalition can’t grow out of ash. She cannot back down now. Not when home isn’t a home.
The air crackles with static, sudden death surging over her skin, electric pulses thrumming to escape. Ninazu holds her magic close to her chest, the fire and lightning crackling together in a beautiful synergy. She is greater than the sum of her magics. She is greater than her knowledge, her experiences, her traumas. The fire heats against her neck.
Leader. Healer. Warmonger. Combatant. Witch. Aggressive. Reckless. Beaten. Hostage. Sacrifice. Killer. Torturer. Dead. Alive. Ninazu has been all of these things at one point in time. Death doesn’t scare her—she’s died, twice, and rose again. To die in battle isn’t a glorious end; it’s a temporary inconvenience. To die over and over in pursuit of her goals is no different than waking up to fight one day after the other.
She glances to Stryker, as if affirming he is still by her side. They fight together, as always, a whirlwind of violence and blood. Ninazu breathes in, touches her muzzle to his in one last affectionate embrace, and prepares to meet this tide.
If she dies again, so be it. Their goals matter more than the flesh she inhabits.
[member=1738]STRYKER[/member]
The air crackles with static, sudden death surging over her skin, electric pulses thrumming to escape. Ninazu holds her magic close to her chest, the fire and lightning crackling together in a beautiful synergy. She is greater than the sum of her magics. She is greater than her knowledge, her experiences, her traumas. The fire heats against her neck.
Leader. Healer. Warmonger. Combatant. Witch. Aggressive. Reckless. Beaten. Hostage. Sacrifice. Killer. Torturer. Dead. Alive. Ninazu has been all of these things at one point in time. Death doesn’t scare her—she’s died, twice, and rose again. To die in battle isn’t a glorious end; it’s a temporary inconvenience. To die over and over in pursuit of her goals is no different than waking up to fight one day after the other.
She glances to Stryker, as if affirming he is still by her side. They fight together, as always, a whirlwind of violence and blood. Ninazu breathes in, touches her muzzle to his in one last affectionate embrace, and prepares to meet this tide.
If she dies again, so be it. Their goals matter more than the flesh she inhabits.
[member=1738]STRYKER[/member]
© MADI
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｢ BURN IT FUCKING DOWN ｣[div style="width:360px;font-size:8pt;line-height:1.2;color:#000;font-family:arial;margin-top:2px;margin-bottom:5px;letter-spacing:0px;margin-left:0px;text-align:justify"]Back from the dead to tell you that I’m alive / Killed the old way but I survived / Fuck the blueprint, I redesign / Death or exile, you decide / Tell ’em all that I made my name / Tell ’em all that I paved my way / Found the fear then went face to face / Now it’s mine to send up in flames / THIS RIGHT HERE IS AS FAR AS YOU GO ! | TAGS & PLAYLIST [color=transparent]-
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[div style="font-size:20pt;line-height:.9;color:#000;font-family:impact;padding:8px;letter-spacing:1.2px"]｢ THIS IS WHERE I LOSE CONTROL ｣