Izayuki Hyoujin ♦ Black Rose ♦ H Rank
Sickened eyes fluttered open as bright light shone through the radioactive atmosphere of the region. The bakedanuki had been left for dead, an unidentifiable mess by the time the Nightshade Hell Deity had left her alone. Broken, useless arms, torn flesh, and a ripped spine and missing tail were all the yokai had to account for after the bloody encounter. Typically the ayakashi would have regenerated quite quickly, but the poison of the deity’s magic coursing through her body allowed for no such thing.
Her mind did not sleep until a full twenty four hour period after the event. She was left to be painfully awake and tired with the agony still running through her nerves and the pain of the spiking squirms from what was within. Only later did the poison allow her mind to go unconscious, a much wanted mercy for the bakedanuki. During her stiff and uncomfortable slumber, her body began to fully deteriorate as her abilities permitted, the venom slowly being fought against as it left her system. Finally, the mass of dark matter energy that made up the strange ayakashi’s body ripped apart what was left of her physical appearance.
More hours passed as the mass began to squeeze out the rest of the venom, either absorbing it or dropping it to the irradiated ground. There was something that the abomination was unable to remove from itself, however. Three wriggling demons remained caught up in the matter, unable, and unwilling, to leave their new nest. After the passing of a couple days, the dark energy would begin to reconstruct itself as a person. The instinctual memory did its best to recreate what it recalled of its old appearance, but something was off. There were factors and aspects that the shadow matter was unable to reproduce from being stained by the three.
Eyes that were colored with crimson overlaying swirling shades of yellow stared up at the nuclear sky, beginning to take in the truth about where she was and what had happened. The young bakedanuki began to sit up, scanning her surroundings and the new body she had regenerated. Wine colored orbs stared in mild shock at the strange colors on her new tail. The Nightshade Hell Deity had made off with her lovely silver tail and her body had regenerated one that was alabaster in color with an obsidian tip. In the previous instances where she had been forced to reconstruct her yokai body, her appearance had always remained consistent-- ginger hair with her glacier-stained tanuki features. This time, her hair was pale white and matched her fur color for once. Beyond that, the rest of her figure appeared to be the same as before.
Slightly disturbed but unwilling to linger on the fringes of Morgate Town any longer, Izayuki forced herself to stand up. Using tanuki illusions, she created a temporary new shirt for herself to replace the torn one and made it so that her black blood stained capri pants appeared only mildly worn once again. Creating a shiny green leaf in between her thumb and index finger, the bakedanuki focused on a specific place to move to. Normally, she would have simply taken an avian shape and flown to a new place. On this occasion, the guild master had chosen to use a trump card, refusing to stay any longer for fear that the deity may be back.
With a flash of pale green light, the bakedanuki was transported to an ever so familiar forest. “Sakuramori,” she breathed, feeling a sense of calmness and relief at the beauty of the Black Rose territory. She had chosen a settlement close to, but not directly inside, the forest. The beautiful cherry blossom trees still littered their glory all over the village due to hanging on the fringe. The place was perfect for tourists and a generally lovely place to live. Holding onto her leaf, Izayuki forged a few illusions once more-- specifically a version of herself. She spoke through the feigned figure to request room in a village inn due to not wanting to be seen in person. The illusion looked far better and healthier, retaining her old appearance. Upon being granted access, the bakedanuki slipped into the room and gladly cleaned herself up. She brought out a few spare clothes from her unique spatial storage and briskly put them on-- another pair of loose pants and a loose-fitting and comfortable shirt.
She calmed herself down with the serene village and the comfort in the inn, choosing to take a walk through the dirt and stone paths of the traditional Midian village. However, the shock from before began to leave her, the adrenaline dying down as she strolled through the tranquility. As it did, the harsh realization and memories started to trace their way back to Izayuki, one by one. Flinching at the traumatic recollection, the bakedanuki felt a strange pain once again. Her first assumption was the logical explanation of it being a phantom pain due to the event having been so recent. As it continued churning under her skin in her abdomen, the bakedanuki’s pale crimson eyes widened in horror. Those… things... were not gone?
The bakedanuki found herself hacking and coughing suddenly. Upon removing her hand from covering her mouth, the guild master recognized drops of her unique black blood, residue from the dark matter that made up her body. Falling to her knees as more pain penetrated her body from within, one of the three hell demons awakening for a few moments from its hibernation, the alabaster-haired tanuki found herself coughing more of the sour dark liquid. She was blessed to find herself on a mostly non-populated road, with the few that did pass keeping their distance for natural fear of sickness. Eventually her coughing fit came to an end, leaving the tanuki girl fairly winded and sore. The squirming demons within finally were at rest once more, but the realization that her dark matter body had not disposed of them frightened her more than anything. How could she face her guildmates in this pathetic state unless she lied to their faces and puppeteered illusions? Salty and bitter tears began forming at the yokai’s eyes as her mind toyed with the despairing thoughts. Trailing back to the inn, the ayakashi sat on the large flight of steps that led to the inn. She wanted to stay outside for now, hopeful that nobody would recognize her in her new appearance. The only ones that could so easily sense her were ones who could see her soul, knew her scent or the basic frame of her appearance, or would sense her unholy icy magic.
ooc: // please don't feel obligated to match my wordcount i went overboard ;A;