DISCOURSE ON DECADENCE / PRIVATE, #CREPESTEALINGDUO

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  • [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=#000; border: none; width: 450px; height: 40px; box-shadow: 0px 0px 12px 1px rgb(0, 0, 0);][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: none;font-family: georgia;text-align: justify;color: #e6ebf4;width: 400px; height: 20px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -1px; margin-top: 1px; margin-left: -5px; font-size: 22px; padding: 11px; text-shadow: 0 0 3px #f5efef]KYOUKA IZUMI X. BASKERVILLE[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: none; width: 425px; height: 90px; text-align: right; margin-top: -22px]夜叉白雪[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost][align=center][fancypost bgcolor=#f5efef; border: none; width: 450px; box-shadow: 0px 0px 12px -1px rgb(0, 0, 0); background: linear-gradient(#29303d, #52607a); min-height: 130px; overflow: auto; margin-top: -1px; text-align: justify; color: #fff; font-size: 9pt; font-family: arial; line-height: 12px;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 3px solid #adbad2; height: 100px; width: 80px; margin-top:5px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/49yAlov.gif); background-position: right; background-size: 100%; float: left; margin-right: 9px; margin-bottom: 3.2px;][/fancypost]While casually perusing her reflection in the mirror that hung on the left side of the corridor, Kyouka couldn't help but allow her bejeweled gaze--wintry blue hues gone wide with a peculiar yet not-at-all uncommon mix of fear and fascinating--to be drawn to the ghostly figure that hovered at her back; graceful, each subtle movement flowing effortlessly into the next, porcelain scales glistening a gentle white, producing a radiance that anyone who didn't know any better might've easily mistaken for something pure, something [i]divine. But--Kyouka was no ignorant fool; she is reminded every time she watches mirrors that while the only constant in her life--her demon, who has been with her since the day of her conception--may be docile now, it still cannot be mistaken for anything other than a weapon. ("Midnight blossoms smell the sweetest--stay with me, Kyouka; do not reject your ability. I will show you how to thrive in the dark--how to fashion yourself a life of shadows and moonlight; how navigate this endless sea of night, and how to turn this city into your playground. You would like that, wouldn't you?--as most girls would, or so I would think it safe to assume.") Ozaki Kouyou, her mentor, has taught her many things--how to be demure and not noticed; how to wrap silk over steel and never tear, never waver. Some of these lessons were hardly appropriate for a girl her age, but feelings of awe and what she'd assumed was love for the older femme kept her obedient--and so, she obeyed the caporegime's every word without faltering in the slightest.


    Even now, without Kouyou's comforting presence to keep her steady as the tide of her own uncertainty beats against her, the silk-clad girl does not shiver as the beautifully sinister presence of her demon shifts forward to envelop her in a cold embrace--ethereal coils encircling her limbs, her torso, as a voice--distant, yet so very near--sighs to her about how sweet rest would be.


    However, the girl ignores it, in favour of acting on the familiar sensation of hunger that she could feel seeping into the pits of her stomach. It was a heavy, unpleasant feeling... one she didn't wish to carry around with her for long. And so, just like that, food became the young assassin's top priority. Before long, Kyouka found herself standing outside on the marble steps that led up to the hotel's grand entrance, sniffing the air in hopes of detecting the delectable scent of her all-time favourite pastry: crepes. Perhaps it was odd--that a feline like herself had developed a keen fondness for the stuff, but regardless of what others would tell her, of how "cats ought to just stick to natural foods" and of what Kouyou often preached about not eating too much to retain her elegant figure, the obsidian-furred femme had no intention of changing her diet anytime soon, for better or for worse.
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    && tbh i have no idea what this post is smh + sorry this is so late!


    [/fancypost][align=center][size=7pt][color=white]lightsy loves you | edited by seliane
    [size=3pt][color=transparent] #izumikyouka #demonsnow #portmafia #baskervillefamily DIALOGUE IN #8B9DBF

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    the sun cannot fall from the sky ———[/fancypost]
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    the female, too, found herself having wandered to the hotel's entrance. nearby she spotted another black pelted feline, though one she hadn't seen before. her memory wasn't that bad, but the figure was definitely a stranger to her.


    nyx didn't know why she had chosen to speak up to the stranger, though she certainly was curious about the delicate looking female. deep down, somehow, and very faintly, she saw a bit of herself in her, which brought on a mixture of emotions stirring in her chest. "why are you wasting your time here? there's nothing at the hotel entrance." one could ask the same about herself, but it was too late for the words had already left her jaws.


    [holy shit this reply is so very very late, i'm so sorry!!]


    [spoiler=tags]general
    nyx
    cisfemale
    she/her pronouns
    18 months
    pansexual grayromantic
    port mafia
    soldier
    onryo
    former human
    npc x npc
    ages 1 month every 100 posts


    powers
    none yet


    bodies
    domestic feline [black pelt with silvery white eyes]


    interaction
    physically hard
    mentally hard
    no major injury, capture or kill
    attack in bold black
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