Angrily the blonde was stomping down the dirt road that lead to the specified pumpkin patch the note had told her about. Although the moist soil was muffling her step, the depths of the imprints left little to the imagination; this woman was well-beyond pissed. Only the soft mumbling added more proof of that to the situation. The reason as to why she was angry, you ask? Ever so trivial, but mostly that she found these requests just simply outrageous. Who in their right mind would address each and every guild -and whatever was beyond- to go pumpkin-picking in the local patches? 'For the sake of Halloween spirit', she'd heard someone say. It had made her snort. Yes. Ye good ol' Halloween spirit. Like last year, amirite? Nothing could beat those damned explosive candle-canines, and especially not the ones that had been chasing her back then on that damned night. And that too had started with an innocent request, so at this point she was all but pleased by it. It just screamed "I'm a trap!", and to be completely honest, it probably smelt like one too. She just couldn't actually smell it however, as some oh-so convenient cold had caught her by surprise. All that still lacked was that cutesy dark dust causing it. Gods forbid that shit came twirling down again.
But anyway, back to the present. Where Kitalpha, despite her dismay towards the atrocitious boldness of the request, was still complying to it by actually participating. Although she'd duly noted that she was 'very much doing this because someone asked her nicely, not because she liked it', or something along those lines. Stubborn girl she was. Truthfully she didn't truly mind that a random stranger had left parchments dictating where she needed to go for the pumpkins needed, as she hoped that she might actually be able to keep one for herself. Make something nice out of it. And regardless of whether she was actually allowed to keep one or not, she'd just sneakily drop one in her Treasury for later. A chill ran down her spine. "Ugh, why is it so damn cold out here?" she grumbled underneath her breath, shifting the half-torn shirt on her body. Her lack of clothing was definitely not the issue of her sudden cold streak, or so she believed. Never blame the armour. Said armour was simple; long grieves, tassets adorned with red cloth to cover her waist and thighs, and her right arm entirely covered by a layer of metallic gold. She wore a pair of black shorts underneath it, and a long-sleeved shirt torn from her abdomen down adorned her torso. Yes, she was the nutjob to wear shorts all year 'round if she had to. Today's dreary autumn day was no exception. Kitalpha halted for a moment and looked at the sky. Although clouded the sun was trying its best to pierce through the thick curtain of cumuli, and for a brief moment it actually succeeded. A ray of orange light covered the path she was walking, and she enjoyed the faint warmth from it before it disappeared again. By the look of it, she had an hour or two more till sundown tops. More than enough to take a few excessively large specimens and hightail it back to town, she reckoned. The pumpkin patch was within view from the point she'd stopped at, but she lingered for a while longer, staring at the sky.
A crow's cawing made her turn around. It stared at her in silence, only to caw again, this time louder. It's call echoed across the abandoned road, a strong gust suddenly blowing. Sand was pulled off the ground and spiraled into the sky, almost as if some unknown force was aiming for her eyes with it. Kitalpha growled and covered her face, deflecting some of the sand, but couldn't refrain it from getting into her eyes. It stung, and she clicked her tongue in annoyance as she tried to rub the sand out of her eyes, softly at first, but more violent the more the pain was spreading. Her eyes were tearing up by the time she got rid of most of it, and was left with a blurred vision as a result. Much to her surprise however the light too had faded. Out of nowhere, the sky had darkened. Keen eyes gazed up at the darkness, the blurred vision making it hard for her to see what was actually going on, but when the caw echoed across the path again, her body moved instinctively. Rather than dodging or side-stepping, the blonde ran. Not just hard, but as if her life depended on it. And as she did the air current changed and shifted; when she went right a surge followed to the right, and the same thing happened as she went left. A strange sound behind her that only got closer as she slowed down. And it seemed to be leading her to the pumpkin patch. Her instincts were roaring for her to run.
If only she could see properly. The blur was still present, but whenever she dared look back the darkness of the sky was following her ever so silently, aside from that strange noise. The crow had vanished, so there was no go-to. Only her instincts to rely on, her natural prowess, which was going haywire the closer she got to the pumpkin patch. Something was horribly wrong in this place. Now she was stuck between two instincts demanding her to run, but also to stop. And now she had to choose. Fast. And choose she did. Abruptly Kitalpha skidded to a halt, going from sprinting to a standstill in less than five meters, she turned, the tip of her grieves dug into the sand as they searched for grip. Once they found it, they pushed, and the blonde warrioress dashed back into the opposite direction; into the darkness following her. And as she did a strange red mist started forming around her, her crimson eyes slanted and feral, glowing. Something physically resisted her as she bashed into the darkness, but it didn't stop her from going in deeper. She could feel herself getting hit; softly, as if being grazed by silk, then painful and sharp as something tore at her skin. Kitalpha resisted and readied herself. Then, the spikes exploded around her.
Several dozens of spikes, thin, sturdy and sharp like oversized thorns erupted around her like a spiked cowl without hurting the caster. Something liquid ran down her bare arm, and the scent made her eyes glow even fiercer now her sight had finally returned. The darkness had been a flock of crows. The lack of cawing an instinct of her own. Now she was aware of what she saw, he could hear their screams as they struggled. Each and every of the dark-mattered spike impaled one or several of the black-feathered critters, entirely or partially. To those with a soft heart or stomach it was all but a sight they'd rather not lay eyes on. The crows that remained tried to attack her again among the spikes, but Kitalpha just snarled at them like a cornered wolf as a sphere of elementless magic formed in her palm. She crushed it, creating a shockwave that pushed the remaining critters away from her, and destroyed the spears until only dust remained. The crows fell to the floor lifelessly, while those that managed to survive hightailed it, their solemn cries echoing through the sky. Amidst the massacre Kitalpha stood panting, trying to restrain the shivering within her body. She hated using this magic. This bloodthirst that came with it. Before her, the field stretched out far. Shit was just only getting started.
Used Spells:
Flock of.Crows defeated.
[1295 of 1500]
But anyway, back to the present. Where Kitalpha, despite her dismay towards the atrocitious boldness of the request, was still complying to it by actually participating. Although she'd duly noted that she was 'very much doing this because someone asked her nicely, not because she liked it', or something along those lines. Stubborn girl she was. Truthfully she didn't truly mind that a random stranger had left parchments dictating where she needed to go for the pumpkins needed, as she hoped that she might actually be able to keep one for herself. Make something nice out of it. And regardless of whether she was actually allowed to keep one or not, she'd just sneakily drop one in her Treasury for later. A chill ran down her spine. "Ugh, why is it so damn cold out here?" she grumbled underneath her breath, shifting the half-torn shirt on her body. Her lack of clothing was definitely not the issue of her sudden cold streak, or so she believed. Never blame the armour. Said armour was simple; long grieves, tassets adorned with red cloth to cover her waist and thighs, and her right arm entirely covered by a layer of metallic gold. She wore a pair of black shorts underneath it, and a long-sleeved shirt torn from her abdomen down adorned her torso. Yes, she was the nutjob to wear shorts all year 'round if she had to. Today's dreary autumn day was no exception. Kitalpha halted for a moment and looked at the sky. Although clouded the sun was trying its best to pierce through the thick curtain of cumuli, and for a brief moment it actually succeeded. A ray of orange light covered the path she was walking, and she enjoyed the faint warmth from it before it disappeared again. By the look of it, she had an hour or two more till sundown tops. More than enough to take a few excessively large specimens and hightail it back to town, she reckoned. The pumpkin patch was within view from the point she'd stopped at, but she lingered for a while longer, staring at the sky.
A crow's cawing made her turn around. It stared at her in silence, only to caw again, this time louder. It's call echoed across the abandoned road, a strong gust suddenly blowing. Sand was pulled off the ground and spiraled into the sky, almost as if some unknown force was aiming for her eyes with it. Kitalpha growled and covered her face, deflecting some of the sand, but couldn't refrain it from getting into her eyes. It stung, and she clicked her tongue in annoyance as she tried to rub the sand out of her eyes, softly at first, but more violent the more the pain was spreading. Her eyes were tearing up by the time she got rid of most of it, and was left with a blurred vision as a result. Much to her surprise however the light too had faded. Out of nowhere, the sky had darkened. Keen eyes gazed up at the darkness, the blurred vision making it hard for her to see what was actually going on, but when the caw echoed across the path again, her body moved instinctively. Rather than dodging or side-stepping, the blonde ran. Not just hard, but as if her life depended on it. And as she did the air current changed and shifted; when she went right a surge followed to the right, and the same thing happened as she went left. A strange sound behind her that only got closer as she slowed down. And it seemed to be leading her to the pumpkin patch. Her instincts were roaring for her to run.
If only she could see properly. The blur was still present, but whenever she dared look back the darkness of the sky was following her ever so silently, aside from that strange noise. The crow had vanished, so there was no go-to. Only her instincts to rely on, her natural prowess, which was going haywire the closer she got to the pumpkin patch. Something was horribly wrong in this place. Now she was stuck between two instincts demanding her to run, but also to stop. And now she had to choose. Fast. And choose she did. Abruptly Kitalpha skidded to a halt, going from sprinting to a standstill in less than five meters, she turned, the tip of her grieves dug into the sand as they searched for grip. Once they found it, they pushed, and the blonde warrioress dashed back into the opposite direction; into the darkness following her. And as she did a strange red mist started forming around her, her crimson eyes slanted and feral, glowing. Something physically resisted her as she bashed into the darkness, but it didn't stop her from going in deeper. She could feel herself getting hit; softly, as if being grazed by silk, then painful and sharp as something tore at her skin. Kitalpha resisted and readied herself. Then, the spikes exploded around her.
Several dozens of spikes, thin, sturdy and sharp like oversized thorns erupted around her like a spiked cowl without hurting the caster. Something liquid ran down her bare arm, and the scent made her eyes glow even fiercer now her sight had finally returned. The darkness had been a flock of crows. The lack of cawing an instinct of her own. Now she was aware of what she saw, he could hear their screams as they struggled. Each and every of the dark-mattered spike impaled one or several of the black-feathered critters, entirely or partially. To those with a soft heart or stomach it was all but a sight they'd rather not lay eyes on. The crows that remained tried to attack her again among the spikes, but Kitalpha just snarled at them like a cornered wolf as a sphere of elementless magic formed in her palm. She crushed it, creating a shockwave that pushed the remaining critters away from her, and destroyed the spears until only dust remained. The crows fell to the floor lifelessly, while those that managed to survive hightailed it, their solemn cries echoing through the sky. Amidst the massacre Kitalpha stood panting, trying to restrain the shivering within her body. She hated using this magic. This bloodthirst that came with it. Before her, the field stretched out far. Shit was just only getting started.
Used Spells:
- [D-rank] Tiankong - Heavenly Flight Star: Art of Calming Carnage
- [D-rank] Tiansha - Heavenly Killer Star: Beast of Carnage's Impaler
Flock of.Crows defeated.
[1295 of 1500]
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