In the Beginning...

Been a little while but I'm still battling
Moving fast while you's just prattling
No time for me
No tangling
Hit you in the spot with no angle and

I'm not a princess
(A lot of anger in it)
Not your cutie girlfriend, oh no
don't you know?

08/26/2013

"Run!" She'd screamed to herself. It was unnecessary, but she had to keep going. She wasn't even entirely sure what was following her. It was just…black and slimy and…big.
She tripped-of course she tripped-and slid into the harsh gravel. Looking up, the world was no different than it had been before. And yet…she couldn't tell exactly what it was, but…

Oh no! It'd caught up with her! I roared it's ugly head, a white mask beginning to boil over with black blood, and aimed to strike her down.
A burning sensation filled her muscles, and…IT rose forth. Her screams made all other nightly noises obsolete, especially the sound of the Beast lifting out of her body into existence.

Akihiko walked around in empty night, sighing in the air of the old and familiar Iwatodai. He couldn't believe that he was back. He wasn't even sure what brought him back here. Maybe it was nostalgia or maybe he just needed a break from all of the battling he'd been doing. He breathed in the fresh air again, and slid his red hood off of his silvery hair.

Then, he heard it. A whimper, like that of a dog that had fallen into a pothole and injured its leg. He cautiously meandered the alleys to find the source, and instead came upon a girl. She was very small and meek, about his age. Her long blonde locks were carelessly strewn about her face and her body was sprawled stomach-first over the ground, indicating she'd struggled against something.

"Hey," Akihiko whispered, slowly bending over to push on her shoulder. Then he noticed the blood trickling from a puddle in her chest. He panicked and picked her up in his bulky arms.

"We need to stop that bleeding…."

She woke up in a cozy bed, but didn't care where it had come from. She remained inside the fluffed up covers all day and all night, and all the day after that. She even heard someone speak above her, but ignored the gruff insistency it held. She pushed her head further into the feathered pillow, and didn't come out for another 3 days.

Welcome, to the Velvet Room….