Artist:Melanie Martinez Song: Training wheels Word Count: 853
It seemed too happen all too quickly, yet anger or annoyance didn’t swim in her eyes. No, something far more.. dangerous swam in those golden orbs. No sign of the kind woman he had met. It seemed as the flames of his Inferno burned near her, she wouldn’t flinch in pain, no, her eyes would stay on him. Once the flames would die down it seemed the area would be the same, and River would be smiling too him softly, her dark locks had been shadowing her eyes, as she would look too the remains of her Vidvansaka. ”...such power.”
An edge would be too her voice, as if a scientist who had found a new element, an explorer on it’s lost city. Mist would be swirling from each of the spots, or craters that had been left behind by his great attack. ”Yay! River can be herself.”
it’d be the male voice too Scyllia-Chrrybdis, and he almost seemed excited too this revelation. ”I warned her.
the female voice of Scyllia would chime after her other half. The auto-mail like creature would disappear and reappear closer too Kamui, but at least half way between the two. ”I’m excited the stupid mutt get’s too see River at her fullest. ”Don’t be rude, Scyllia. I am quiet sorry about this, but I think River wants too continue the fight."
it’d be the male half of Chrrybdis-Scyllia. One of it’s rotting arms (out of four) would point back too the Danava of Dysphoria, almost a bit lack-lustered. ”Sinners, saints, saviors... angels and demons, they are all alike.”
River would suddenly speak up, as she’d look too him. ”Cause no body ever survives...”
she’d place her fingers gently at her temples, before she would feel it.
The beast had clawed it’s way out of it’s tight cage, and there was a need in her, it was over-whelming and building, so close too the surface. Her Black wings would suddenly outspread. ”Hey, atleast this means you get too see a side of her no one living ever has.”
Scyllia would cackle as their form would fade into mist. River would hold her wand up and then point it at him.”Aṅghā hōnā
The mist would explode through out the area suddenly- sprouting from his scorched earth like hungry plants out reaching the sky. Each spot, where a Vidvansaka had been, both the horse and rider and eventually he wouldn’t even be able too see his own hands in front of him. That wouldn’t be the only sense he’d lose, River’s scent and energy would flood the area, as if the mist would drag it along the foreground, no matter where he would turn there would be mist, and it’d always feel as if River had been right behind him, or next too him- hell, she could have been in front of him. ” Mērē pīchē ā'ō ...”
her words would dance through the mist, and even though he wouldn’t be able too see the marvelous display of River’s transformation. He’d feel it, her powers rising. That marvelous display? Well, River’s dark wings would suddenly explode in a barrage of feathers as they would dance around her and her wand, painting her skin and weapon in the ebony feathers before slowly molding and forming into tight armor around the golden eyed warrior. She seemed too lose her mage like appearance, and even the wand would transform under the feathers; it’d elongate too more than half the size of River, however she would hold it in her left hand freely, cracking her right wrist as the shadowy figures began too dance in the mist around them.
The mist, too a normal person would be an issue too maneuver, however River seemed too be created for her abilities- shocking: Her eyes had viewed objects a bit differently in this state, she didn’t see in the sense of forms and figures, no, she didn’t want to say she saw in energy, because she saw things that had been void of energy. Everything left a trail, a trace that affected the world in one way or another, she’d like too think she saw things how they should have been,unfortunately, she had never thought of the perfect words too string together too explain it.
In that sense, Kamui wasn’t just the Prince of whatever continent or country he stated, it wasn’t something she was familiar with, Kamui was the prince of the play ground, and his playful jeers had summoned forth something far less childish, however it did have the intention too play. She’d take a step forward, and suddenly rush him. Her movement would be barely audible, and she’d swing the great blade suddenly, however, it’d land next too him, if he didn’t move.
Oh little angel, have you lost your halo now?”I....can’t...stop...now. Forgive me.”
The blade would move sideways now in an attempt too trip him.