Tara wrapped the Japanese themed vazi around herself. She tied it tight, making sure nothing showed but her legs and neck. She slipped her black boots on then buckled her weapons ukanda around her waist. She slipped her gloves on and pulled her hair back in a tight bun. Slipping the sunglasses in place, she looked around for any other things she would need. She added the katana's holster to her and looked at the blade. It didn't weight too much, but it was sharper than any other weapon. Her deadliest and most enchanted. The blade caught the light and the room faded away.
Instead, she stood in the middle of a battle field. She saw Becca, the young warrior looking older than she should have. And she could see the darkness of the other side, black and shapeless. A shiver passed through her. In the inayofuata second, war had erupted. It rang all around her. She was like a ghost, going this way and that with no strike making her bleed. She ended up only a few yards away from Becca and her opponent. The fight still rang on. Fighters blocked her vision then she heard a pained cry.
“That's a fine blade wewe got there.”
The voice brought her back to earth and Tara blinked. Leaning against the ukuta was a boy, a vampire, with long black hair and glowing light blue eyes. He had a smirk on his face, his paled skin only enhancing his already Charmed looks.
“What do wewe want Orion?” Tara asked as she sheathed the katana.
“The same thing from the last time wewe were here.”
“I don't play games.”
Orion shrugged his shoulders.
“Fine. The boss wants to see you. Now.”
Tara nodded and slipped out the door. She was aware of Orion's eyes watching her as he followed her. She put a hand on her sword and stepped into the main room. Her eyes quickly scanned the room till she found her target, sitting with a red haired vampire girl hanging on him. Her eyes rolled in disgust as she made her way over. She stopped just short of his arm length.
“What do wewe want Kuran?”
“Come sit with me. Our guests will be here soon.”
Tara eyed the red head at his side.
“I decline that offer.”
Kuran gave a small smirk, waving the vampire girl away.
“It was no request.”
Tara bit her tongue, forcing herself to bow and make her way to him.
“As wewe wish.”
He grabbed her arm and pulled her onto his lap. Tara tensed, but he did little zaidi than hold her.
“So who's your special guest?”
“Oh no one really. Someone we found snooping around the base.”
Just then, the two followers Tara had shot earlier on came in. On had a chain in his hands. They stopped in front of their leader. The chain was yanked and a little girl stumbled forward, her hair covering her face. But Tara could see fear-filled brown eyes. She shot to her feet and faced the vampire ring leader.
“What have wewe done?!”
Instead, she stood in the middle of a battle field. She saw Becca, the young warrior looking older than she should have. And she could see the darkness of the other side, black and shapeless. A shiver passed through her. In the inayofuata second, war had erupted. It rang all around her. She was like a ghost, going this way and that with no strike making her bleed. She ended up only a few yards away from Becca and her opponent. The fight still rang on. Fighters blocked her vision then she heard a pained cry.
“That's a fine blade wewe got there.”
The voice brought her back to earth and Tara blinked. Leaning against the ukuta was a boy, a vampire, with long black hair and glowing light blue eyes. He had a smirk on his face, his paled skin only enhancing his already Charmed looks.
“What do wewe want Orion?” Tara asked as she sheathed the katana.
“The same thing from the last time wewe were here.”
“I don't play games.”
Orion shrugged his shoulders.
“Fine. The boss wants to see you. Now.”
Tara nodded and slipped out the door. She was aware of Orion's eyes watching her as he followed her. She put a hand on her sword and stepped into the main room. Her eyes quickly scanned the room till she found her target, sitting with a red haired vampire girl hanging on him. Her eyes rolled in disgust as she made her way over. She stopped just short of his arm length.
“What do wewe want Kuran?”
“Come sit with me. Our guests will be here soon.”
Tara eyed the red head at his side.
“I decline that offer.”
Kuran gave a small smirk, waving the vampire girl away.
“It was no request.”
Tara bit her tongue, forcing herself to bow and make her way to him.
“As wewe wish.”
He grabbed her arm and pulled her onto his lap. Tara tensed, but he did little zaidi than hold her.
“So who's your special guest?”
“Oh no one really. Someone we found snooping around the base.”
Just then, the two followers Tara had shot earlier on came in. On had a chain in his hands. They stopped in front of their leader. The chain was yanked and a little girl stumbled forward, her hair covering her face. But Tara could see fear-filled brown eyes. She shot to her feet and faced the vampire ring leader.
“What have wewe done?!”
Hair:
Where i was originally born, i was royalty. Chosen immediately because my hair was white. In my tribe white hair was a rarity. And that child would become the Queen au king at the earliest time possible. I became Queen at the age of eight. I was wiser than i sounded. I was terrifying, yet generous. I helped and protected when ever necessary. But When my indecent occurred, and i was banished i left. And i was replaced kwa a new queen. A seven mwaka old girl with short white hair. At that time i had long white hair.
It was to grow out for however long i was ruling. Now i had to cut. It was custom. Now i cut and left my hair grow out at what ever pace i choose. But as i look at my hair and see it flow, the pain flows too. The past i had. I loved it so. But it was part of my cursed color of hair that i became who i am. but then without it now...who would i be? Would i be here? Would i have the Marafiki i do now?
Where i was originally born, i was royalty. Chosen immediately because my hair was white. In my tribe white hair was a rarity. And that child would become the Queen au king at the earliest time possible. I became Queen at the age of eight. I was wiser than i sounded. I was terrifying, yet generous. I helped and protected when ever necessary. But When my indecent occurred, and i was banished i left. And i was replaced kwa a new queen. A seven mwaka old girl with short white hair. At that time i had long white hair.
It was to grow out for however long i was ruling. Now i had to cut. It was custom. Now i cut and left my hair grow out at what ever pace i choose. But as i look at my hair and see it flow, the pain flows too. The past i had. I loved it so. But it was part of my cursed color of hair that i became who i am. but then without it now...who would i be? Would i be here? Would i have the Marafiki i do now?
Eyes:
My eyes are cast as a clear Silver. It helps pull the information from my target. And when my eyes glow, it only glows brighter, no need to change color. At one point my eye color showed dominance. Nothing got passed me. I saw it all.
But after i was over throw i was looked down upon. Like i was nothing. I felt hurt. Then my eyes glowed. Like a cursed child, my body levitated from the ground and i gained many gasps. And curses. I destroyed my tribe. The nation i once protected, now needed protection. And worse, from me.
I can never look into a mirror now, those eyes that pierce themselves into my soul. That make me feel my own inflicted pain. I cannot look into someones eyes and hear them say i am beautiful. Because i wont believe it.
My eyes are cast as a clear Silver. It helps pull the information from my target. And when my eyes glow, it only glows brighter, no need to change color. At one point my eye color showed dominance. Nothing got passed me. I saw it all.
But after i was over throw i was looked down upon. Like i was nothing. I felt hurt. Then my eyes glowed. Like a cursed child, my body levitated from the ground and i gained many gasps. And curses. I destroyed my tribe. The nation i once protected, now needed protection. And worse, from me.
I can never look into a mirror now, those eyes that pierce themselves into my soul. That make me feel my own inflicted pain. I cannot look into someones eyes and hear them say i am beautiful. Because i wont believe it.
That's right! I'm still waiting on the description from Robin_Love, but the inayofuata Young Justice Episode has some spoilers and news.
Young Justice Invasion
Episode 8: "Satisfaction"
Description: N/A
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SPOILERS: So far, all I have is Miss Martian mind rapes someone.
UPDATE: That "someone" is supposedly Superboy when he tries to save Tigress/Aqualad.
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I know! I know! Not much! But instead of ten consecutive ukuta posts, this will be updated. So check back daily!!!!
Young Justice Invasion
Episode 8: "Satisfaction"
Description: N/A
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SPOILERS: So far, all I have is Miss Martian mind rapes someone.
UPDATE: That "someone" is supposedly Superboy when he tries to save Tigress/Aqualad.
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I know! I know! Not much! But instead of ten consecutive ukuta posts, this will be updated. So check back daily!!!!
Copy
"WELL I FEEL FUCKING COPIED" -Mclovin_69
Guys, lets be serious. Since Artemis got pregnant, at least 10 (if not more) OCs have gotton pregnant.
Mclovin and I came up with the unique, never-before-used RP idea together and its kind of annoying wewe guys continue to copy.
I know it sounds kind of cocky and full of ourselves but weather wewe conciously knew what wewe were doing au not. wewe did.
Honestly, me and Mclovin aren't very happy with it. And sick of our idea being used and no one ever even asked if they could. They just took it.
And in general, when wewe copy anyone. Its so irritating to see someone take your idea wewe worked to come up with. So guys. Come up with your own ideas. I know wewe can do it. wewe guys come up with your own OCs so make your own ideas.
"WELL I FEEL FUCKING COPIED" -Mclovin_69
Guys, lets be serious. Since Artemis got pregnant, at least 10 (if not more) OCs have gotton pregnant.
Mclovin and I came up with the unique, never-before-used RP idea together and its kind of annoying wewe guys continue to copy.
I know it sounds kind of cocky and full of ourselves but weather wewe conciously knew what wewe were doing au not. wewe did.
Honestly, me and Mclovin aren't very happy with it. And sick of our idea being used and no one ever even asked if they could. They just took it.
And in general, when wewe copy anyone. Its so irritating to see someone take your idea wewe worked to come up with. So guys. Come up with your own ideas. I know wewe can do it. wewe guys come up with your own OCs so make your own ideas.