Shiki had been looking around camp all day, searching for somebody that seemed like fun to kill, or as she called it, cutting off their string of life. She felt as if it was a need, lately. A urge, to feel blood drip from her teeth and claws, and loom over a corpse, licking the blood from her mouth ever so delicately. Now Shiki, she wasn't a demon or anything, or even a vampire. Scratch that. She was a demon, but of her own type. Of her own definition. She called herself the Bringer Of Blood, Demon of Death, Story of Sorrow and even Death itself.
Her kills were spontaneous, none like the previous kill. This one, was special though. She wanted to prove a point, prove she wasn't just some normal old apprentice of Bloodclan, teaching herself to fight and hunt. She killed. She was a murderer, and she wanted to see that fact set in stone.
Hell, the snow leopard looked up to Fragilepast. His ways inspired her, his madness sparked her own, she was one to look at Fragilepast and see a hero. Why though? Was is because she loved the scent of decay? Or was it the feeling of needing a role model that actually gave her goals she'd appreciate and love? Whatever the case, she loved his ways.
She wanted to kill. Even before she knew of Fragilepast. He simply lit the fire of insanity, while she aimed to tend the fire and keep it burning bright.
Her eyes focused on a thunderclanner NPC, this one a Snow leopard, just like her. Even their silver orbs matched. They could have been siblings. Too bad she had already murdered her only brother. She smiled, her eyes flashing a quick spark of red, and then, his life was gone.
It was only a instant, a quick maneuver here and a swift bite and pull there. The snow leopard remained standing for a moment, looking down as he saw his heart slip from his chest. He looked back up at Shiki and fell to the ground, a single tear slipping down his muzzle.
Shiki laughed a bit, shaking her paw a bit, then liking the blood free from her white coat. "You thunderclanners are just hilarious." She said, laughing a bit more. "Your guards are usually just so low. Pathetic really. Hell, I probably did you a favor. If you can't avoid that move, you wouldn't last a moment on the battle field." Shiki said, putting a emphasis on "that move". "Now, lets get things straight." Shiki said, pausing and looking at the mangled corpse. "My name is Shiki Megumi Shimizu." She said, pausing as she put her paw on the snow leopards shoulder, leaving a red imprint of a devils star from the leopards own blood. "And I have no problem with taking anybody's life." Shiki stood proudly over the corpse, looking around. "I'd make note to remember that. Now, you may speak." She said, picking up her head at a proud height.
Making Someone I Hate Suffer [o; murder] Feels Really Good!
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Leo narrowed his eyes in disgust. The lion felt like he could easily dispose of the snow leapord, but he didn't make a move. He would wait for when the time was right, when his clanmates finially got there heads together and rebeled. For now, the lion would stride over making sure he stood at his full light before looking down at the snow leappord as he stood a little bit away.
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"Oh, you all look so upset." Shiki said with a small grin. "That's just your problem you all don't find joy in death." Shiki spat, looking down at the corpse between her toes. "I find it quite fascinating."
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"You're one sick and twisted * lady!" Amethyst growled, fur bristling as she took in the scene after padding up next to Leo. She wanted to launch herself at the girl and bash her brains in, but she didn't, obviously and only stared with hatred burning in her purple oculars.
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"Aww, thank you!" Shiki said, taking Amethyst's intended insult as a compliment. "But then again, what else would you expect from a maniac murderer?" She said, flashing a quick red glow from her eyes, solely as affects.
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Tallkit growled softly, the vines erupting underneath her paws as she looked down at the murdered ThunderClanner. You would think that after killing two kits, she would be used to it or liked it. But no, she didn't. She didn't like it at all. The young kit glared up at Shiki, but said nothing. There was nothing that could be done.
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A tiger cub padded towards a voice. When she got there, she saw a bloodclanner and a white body.Shd took a closer look and jumped back at the sight of the NPC's heart. She weakly whined, Eww. She sat and looked at her paws to avoid seeing the bloody heart.
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She noticed LibraryCub utter a 'ew' and rolled her head side to side slightly. "I'll be honest, the whole heart thing was kinda... distasteful in my opinion. Probably won't be doing that one again. I'm sure the cannibals won't mind, though." Shiki said with a amused smile.
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"No sh*t, sherlock. I saw, I wanted blood, he died." Shiki said with a roll of her eyes. "As if I need the critique of a Thunderclanner. Had I planned the murder, it'd be a lot prettier then that." Shiki said, a bit unimpressed. "Like you've killed anybody, anyways. A thunderclanner of even a semi high position that purposely, and willingly murdered somebody just for the hell of it? Hah. Funny."
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"No," He responded to her last statement. "I haven't killed anyone." It was a lie. He killed Serpentine Harbringer, the former BloodClan leader-- deputy, at the time-- and as well as a killer that tried to murder or rape his dear oldtime friend, Magnapaw. They both were murdered for righteous reasons anyway, he didn't take the lives of innocents. "You don't want critique because you can't handle it." He then summarized, his eerie and haunting grin spreading further across his face. He wasn't sure what she was talking about with the semi-high positions and stuff, because he wasn't one. She just made herself look stupid, since healer assistant was just a title that he chose to take on.
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"Oh please, I get critiqued plenty when I actually plan a murder. Why are you smiling like that?" Shiki asked, before looking at Cyanide with a raised brow. "Well if that's the case I do hope my own retribution is a glorious one. But the answer is no. I couldn't care less about lives of other's if I tried." She said with a smirk. "And thank you, I do love being called despicable." There wasn't even sarcasm in her tone, she was dead serious. Words other's might take as insult, she took as grand compliments.
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"You have a real mouth on you kid, would you like me to remove your tongue?" Shiki growled, the snow leopard padding forwards to loom over the feline. She raised a paw a bit, unsheathing her claws, as if to strike the cat. Shiki then stopped, looking the cat over. "Why waste my energy on hitting you?" She said, putting her paw back down and narrowing her eyes. "When I can simply make your life a living hell?"
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Shiki's eyes narrowed as they went red, glazed over, and began glowing a bright red. Not purposely, it just happens when she's pissed off. "Well if we had it my way, your intestines would make a fine spaghetti dinner, diced up nice and fine, your head served on top of your mangled body, and sent as a gift to the Insignia. Of course, after your tortured to where your pleading for death, and the second you think you'll get out of that hell hole, and stop pleading for your own despair, I'll kill you. Slowly, delicately and happily. Now that sounds like fun."