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Ikigai

Elysium
Queen

Master Healer (250)

Master Intellectual (240)

An icon representing the specialty Professor Professor

age
5 Years
gender
Female
gems
127
size
Medium
build
Light
posts
255
player
Res

Samhain 2022Statue 4 WorshipThe Ooze ParticipantThe Ooze - Variation 2
11-26-2021, 02:32 AM


Ikigai couldn't move, so she couldn't see the miasma of expressions that flitted across Kotori's features. All she could focus on was the silence as he seemed to be thinking. Was he even still there? The pallid fae was getting lost in the sound of her own blood pumping in her ears again. Even if she could get up once more, would she have the energy to stand? Iki gave a tentative movement, pulling against the crystals that fused her to the earth. Pain began and she stilled instantly. Then Kotori's voice sounded, telling her to hold still... but he continued. Ikigai's heart hammered and did little summersaults as he spoke of her beauty and about how he wasn't willing to lose her. Lose her? Did he care that much for her? The idea of it had struck her dumb and she didn't even realize when he wrapped his teeth around one of the crystals growing into the ground. Then he bit down.

An ungodly scream pulled from the girl's throat at the pain that stabbed through her skull. It felt as though she was being killed and, for a moment, she wondered if Kotori had lost his battle with the sickness and was doing just that. But the crunching and snapping stopped and soon the pain began to wane as well, though Ikigai was reduced to a sobbing, quivering mess. However... she could now move her head just a bit. There were more crystals locking her to the ground. With the progress made, however, she was willing to go through the pain again to gain her
freedom. "Again," she panted and begged, breathing hard through the anticipation of more pain.

Again and again Kotori snapped through the binding gems and again and again Ikigai screamed as though she was being ripped asunder. By the end, her voice would be gone and she would be able to do nothing aside from curl into a shivering, sobbing ball, but she would be free from her restraints. Magenta fluid coursed from her body, staining her snow white frame in claret. The fae's paws came up to clutch her head as she willed the throbbing, pounding pain to cease. Again, she imagined that dying would probably be more of a mercy than living at this point.

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