Performance of the Wolves

Right before her eyes were groteque mangled humans. Each one, an innocent person she had hunted in the name of a contract. Before she was ever a mage with Silver Wolf, she was ordered to slay humans for sport for her Master. The first two out of the mist were the twins that that she was made to use as target practice after she was first bought. Holed through thier scantily clad bodies showed the arrow holes that once made them magical pin cushions. Behind them were innocent tranvelers she was amde to hunt in the forest behind her Master's home. Mostly young women, all of them with some disfigurements. One was holding her own head, another split in half, crawling along the ground. One had her head backwards, while another was dark blue and drifted with the wind. The last was the only one she didn't feel for. The one she took in pure rage. Her Master. A bloated sack of fat, holding chains in his hand.

These chains darted out like snakes striking at her body. One chain going right to her neck forming a thick steel collar in place. Two going to her wrist locking with a pad lock, while the last went around her waist forming a belt. After she was pulled forward by these chains, she looked up as an angel descended. It was Poko. A sweet innocent face in this sea of the dead. Her own angel to look on as she was dragged to hell. Digging in her heels, she screamed out loud. The power of her grown and honed body shaking the chains. The poison in her arm reverberating with her emotions. Once her scream subsided, both fist lunged forward, driving through the twins' skulls causing them to burst away. "Bad news for your...entertainment. All you've done is bring out my past. When I was a Serial Killer. I killed these people. I drank thier blood. I hunted them down like pigs all for that fat bastard's 'entertainment.' I hope you enjoy your show." She started laughing. It sounded like a sweet giggle at first, and then it slowly morphed into a sadistic cackle. Some of the guest, out of thier sight was starting to get visibly distrubed, not that either of them could see it as the huntress visiously stomped down on the crawling girl's head.

"I can find you, if you can hear me. I am sorry i brought us to this location, i thought it would be nice to bring you somewhere that would bring joy to you." She heard that sound. It caught her attention but couldn't bring her out of her blood lust. Not yet. Her wedge strap snapped as she stomped her foot into the dirt. Each hand wrapping around a chain to pull at them.

"You know, Master, that there is only one thing I like to hit someone with more than my arrows." With a burst of strength, she pulled the fat lard off his feet and through the other three in front of her. She then whipped the chains over his back before gathering all four in her magically enhanced grip. "I like hitting one bastard with another." With sadistic glee, she used the chains that was meant to hold her down and spin the bloated corpse around. Soon the sack of lard flew through the illusionary cave wall and smack into the five false wolves. The chains pulling her along behind them delivering a hit as she went over the Scorched Earth.

As "Master" faded, so did the enemies she didn't know where there. Her hands moving up through her hair. The black goo of her past smearing over her face, psychotically. It was only when her eyes caught Quill, that she was snapped out of it. Her face looking down at her hands. She never wanted any of her guildmates to see her like this. She made sure she was always stoic in battle. Never moving, Shooting her prey. Taking logical even strides. Ever classy. Not this demon she was raised to be. Not this...this monster.

Mizi was slugged from behind by some one with a club. When she looked around, she saw herself. In the same dress. Everythign was the same as herself. Poko flew in behind her and seemed to have "her" back. Yuvon and Zephyr appearing right next to them. The chains still around her as she slowly rolled over onto her rear. She saw that she had Quill's chain as well. She gave it a laugh. That was what she had become. SOmeone to shoulder someone else's problums.

"Quill, it looks like we aren't done yet. Take care of the small fry will you?" She sprang up onto her feet and started to twirl the chains from her wrist. Several ghost like figures charged through the hole. Most likely they will be Quill's equivelent to her hunts. She charged herself, the chain lashing across them as she strafed around them. She wanted to avoid any contact with them at all. Her hands lashing across the fake Mizumi doubling her over. She was already taking in the fact that this perfect mirror of her wasn't using Orion's Bow. Either she was trying not to draw more poison out, or....After the third lash came down the top of her head, she looked to Quill. "Quill. Our doubles can't use our Unique Abilities." She could feel her vitality moving through the chains. So it wasn't just the zombies hurting her. These chains were also the enemy.

Useless. Pathetic. ****. No one respects you. No one will ever love you." Her ears burned as the fake team walked towards her. These words were not coming from her. Where on Fiore were they coming from?

Hearing Quill's confession caused her to laugh a little. There was a bit of darkness in her eyes at this moment. Her body facing Poko, Yuvon, and Zephyr. Zephyr slowly morphing into Quill. The chains moving up and down as her hands fidgeted lightly. THe motion causing a constant undualtion as the links couldn't stay still. "Araid of being killed by them? No." The chains came up, each of them swiping at Mizi and Quills false Quill, not minding the three that just stood there. One slash went across each of their doubles' face. "If I die, I die. I never feared death."

The next swipe on their doubles came across the neck. Slashing like a seriel killer's knife, causing each of them to double over breathless. "I can't stand their eyes. I can't stand how they look at me. How they make me feel important or worthy. I will never live up to their expectations of me." Her hands flew up over her head before slashing down hard on the double down their spines causing them to scream out in unison. "I will never be the light that they hold, but I will be their shadow and take thier darkness myself." With the chains coming up to her sides coiling, the Bright team smiled to her and faded away. Tears slowly streaming from her eyes. "I will kill that woman in white as soon as I am out of here. Mark my words." She locked her crying eyes with the false Mizi and Quill. The only things left besides the chains she was beating them with.