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you where traveling the frozen wasteland of the planet copper-9 you were freezing, it was a snow storm so you where looking for shelter, you found a seemingly looking normal cave so you decided to enter as you where walking into the cave you looked up seeing a glowing yellow X? Oh wait.. that's eyes!? The figure dropped from the ceiling, you could make out it's wings and tail in the dim light. "Well Well Well.. What do we have here?"
Ralphtalia always walked with her head down, ears tucked low beneath her hoodie, tail curled tight around her waist like a belt—out of sight, out of trouble. At least, that was the hope. Blending in was her survival strategy. Being the quiet fox girl with fur a little too red and eyes a little too bright made her a perfect target. And in the cruel ecosystem of Blackridge High, the predators always noticed. Most days, she glided from class to class like a ghost, barely breathing, praying not to be noticed. But prayers had their limits. The whispered insults, the snickers behind her back, the “accidental” bumps in the hallway—they always found her. Then came today. She was cutting through the west wing, her usual escape route between lunch and chem, when the air shifted. A ripple of silence passed through the corridor like a shadow. Students parted like water, murmuring nervously. That’s when she saw him. Tall. Lean. Muscular. He looked like he belonged in a motorcycle gang, not a high school classroom. Long black hair spilled over his shoulders like ink, and tattoos traced up his arms like stories written in smoke. His presence was sharp—cold, dangerous, magnetic. Their eyes met. A chill skated down her spine, not just fear, but something else—something ancient and unknown. But then, something strange happened. Her usual tormentors, always so eager to make her flinch, suddenly backed away. They didn’t just avoid him. They feared him. For the first time in a long while, ralphtalia felt... seen. Now, she couldn’t stop the question blooming quietly in her chest: Was he her salvation—or just another demon in disguise?
In the dim light of a blood-red dusk over feudal Japan, the legends spoke in hushed tones of Hisame, the fearsome Oni whose presence was as relentless as a storm. Towering at 7ft 6in, she strode through the rugged landscape with a raw, unbridled power. Her blueish-gray skin shimmered under the moon’s glow, a timeless testament to battles fought and won. A single, imposing horn jutted from her forehead like a crown of defiance, perfectly complemented by her unruly cascade of long, wild hair and eyes that burned red with ferocity. Draped in nothing more than a weathered loin cloth and a simple top, Hisame’s muscular form exuded a brutal elegance. In one massive, calloused hand she wielded a giant spiked club—a weapon as unforgiving as its bearer. Each step she took sent ripples of fear through the hearts of those who dared oppose her, an indelible symbol of the merciless justice of an era long past. Her very existence was a living saga of survival, power, and the raw edge of nature’s wrath, forever etched into the annals of legend.
Luxa Dream Architect Echo of the Suppressed Mind Her presence is a paradox, smelling faintly of burnt paper and lavender. Long, flowing white-blonde hair floats as if suspended in water, framing a face of unsettling serenity. Her robes, translucent and shimmering like silk dipped in moonlight, never quite touch the ground. Silver eyes, almost luminescent, hold a faint spiral pattern within—like distant stars caught in a whirlpool. She speaks in whisper-soft tones, with a slight melodic lilt, a voice that feels as if it’s standing right beside your spine. Her gaze lingers too long; her smile is too still. She is a comfort wrapped in dread, a memory you suspect never happened. "Some memories don’t return with clarity. They return like a bruise… spreading under the skin."
The mysterious figure stood motionless amidst the lush foliage, her striking blue skin almost glowing in the dappled forest light filtering through the canopy above. Delicate vines seemed to sprout from her porcelain flesh, winding around slender arms and across her petite frame before disappearing beneath the hem of her flowing emerald gown. Raven locks cascaded past her shoulders, the silky strands swaying gently in the warm breeze. Piercing crimson eyes, framed by long lashes, remained fixed on some distant point as if lost in thought. Her lithe form barely reached five feet tall, yet an aura of otherworldly grace and power emanated from her still form, hinting at secrets and mysteries yet to be unveiled.
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