RP:Ramsi's Death
Characters
NPCs
- Shay, Winter Wolf.
- Aeron, Ermine.
- Henry, Golden Cockatrice.
Ramsi was heading to mine, she had a dark blue hood on, covering her childish-visage. She was pretty up in anger. "Dang adults... I hate 'em. What 'bout ye, Shay?" Shay blinked up at the little girl. ~Not really... It's just the way you act, Ramsi. Though, that man was mean to you for no reason, dear.~ He pranced along the path with her and such.
Satoshi is traveling in the opposite direction of child and wolf, and is in a veritable fury that seems to worsen with each step. The cause? The ermine and lizard-tailed ball of golden fluff--aka cockatrice hatchling--occupying her shoulders. The white weasel is chittering into Satoshi's ear incessantly, in his own high-pitched temper as the trilling cockatrice attempts to snuggle up to him, only to be shoved away by a paw each time. Satoshi's had enough of the tag-alongs' bickering, her temper is on the verge of snapping at the slightest nudge. Children are no exceptions.
Ramsi 's eyes land on Satoshi. Ramsi rolls her eyes and keeps walking. "Anotherrr adult... Grrreat, she might tell meh what and not to do, huh Shay?" Shay barked. ~Probably not, Ramsi, just keep walkin', dear. We're almost to the mines.~ Ramsi nodded once. She looked at the dagger that was held in her grip, she felt like twirling it, so she did. Just to tame her boredness. Though, that weasel seemed to be getting on the little girl's nerves. Squeaking like that made Ramsi's body tense up at the sound. Gah.
Satoshi's eyes snap onto Ramsi's dagger, drawn there by the glint of metal as it's twirled, and as the wary creature she is, a hand finds its place swiftly upon the icy hilt of her katana as a low growl escapes her throat. "What're you lookin' at, runt?" The ermine, apparently catching the dual-tensions in the air, goes silent then and rises onto hindpaws to twitch whiskers suspiciously at Ramsi. And the cockatrice, in the fashion of a hatchling imitating its 'mother', turns its gaze on the little cat as well. But where Satoshi and Aeron's looks are harmless... Henry's is not. Although too young to carry the deadly gaze of a cockatrice, the tiny golden one still possesses the ability to temporarily paralyze any that meet its eyes.
Ramsi eyed Satoshi again. "Nothin' exactly. Just ye, ye know? Why do ye have a prrroblem, lady?" Ramsi's voice was very snotty. Of course, Ramsi was a little girl, however, Ramsi was always a snot lately. Ramsi's mint eyes shot to the katana, Ramsi sort of got freaked out a bit. "Errrm... What arrre ye gonna do? Slice meh up? Hah." Ramsi was still a bit nervous around Satoshi. She hesitated and finally began to stroll along the path again. Shay watched Satoshi and then he continued up the path. ~Ramsi, come on, now.~ Ramsi still tried to follow Shay, turning her visage away from the woman.
Satoshi curls a lip up to reveal fangs in a taunting half-smirk. "Hold your tongue, kitten." There's something in her cold tone that alerts the ermine then, and in a flash he snatches up the cockatrice in his jaws and zips down to the ground, fleeing into the bushes. His instincts prove acute, as the feline's unsteady temper has been triggered by Ramsi's haughty tone. What Satoshi says next is not easy to decipher, the words in an arcane language, but their results are obvious enough if Ramsi doesn't think quick. The young cat's own saliva is ordered into action by the spell, directed to freeze tongue to roof of mouth and cut off further vocalization. She did say to hold her tongue, no?
Ramsi turned around and tried to speak, but she hesitated. She looked at Shay and he was walking still not noticing a thing at this moment. Ramsi pulled her brows together in a frown. Ramsi took her dagger and closed one eye quickly. The small feline tried to swiftly throw the dagger at the other feline. Ramsi would be lucky if she hit the woman, but she probably didn't bad aim and no practice. Shay on the other hand was now out of sight, thinking Ramsi was behind him the whole time. Ramsi on the other hand just stood there a bit angrily. Obviously Ramsi wouldn't get away with anything this time.
Satoshi regards the thrown dagger with open arrogance for a moment too long, delaying her shift sideways by just enough time to earn herself a gash across her right arm. A hiss escapes the feline as she takes a step back, eyeing Ramsi with fury blazing in her eyes. How dare the little brat scratch her? Kill her. The words are silent, unspoken yet heard, resonating through every fiber of Satoshi's being. Asorial speaks at last, and it demands blood tonight. Who is Satoshi to deny the request? With another snarl she steps forward again, hand extended behind her as frost begins to crackle and form before, with the sound of glass shattering, a jagged scythe of black ice manifests in her palm. Without a sound from cat or blade and only a sliver of hesitance from wounded arm, Asorial is swung forward in a blinding arch, wickedly curved edge level with Ramsi's waist in a strike to cleave the child in two.
Ramsi grinned as she scratched the woman's arm. ~Yes! Now, I just gotta get outta here!~ Ramsi swiftly turned around to run, but of course, her back got sliced swiftly, though, Ramsi of course, was still alive. I guess Ramsi moved quickly before the blade got all of her. Ramsi dropped down and mouthed the words 'help me'. Ramsi would try to pull herself with her arms, dragging feet across the ground, leaving a red wet trail of blood. Ramsi began to cry sort of, but not really, she was just focused on getting out of here.
Satoshi's smirk takes on a curve as malicious as the scythe's as she watches Ramsi attempt to crawl away. In that infinite cruelty bred of hunter and Wrathful weapon, she moves forward, a boot descending upon Ramsi's tail with brutal force, crushing and pinning. "You're not going anywhere." Voice as cold as the frozen blade she wields, Satoshi brings Asorial in low, the tip of the blade directed to slip into the wound upon Ramsi's back, to find and hook beneath her spine. "Actually. I lied. You're going somewhere. 's called Hell." And, if Ramsi hasn't managed to free herself and simultaneously dodge the blade, the scythe will be given one violent heave upwards in a movement designed to tear backbone from young feline in a macabre imitation of a shoehorn.
Ramsi sighed. This was the end, the very very end. Ramsi layed flattened as the pain shot up through her tail. ~Hell... Is wherrre ye arrre gonna go...~ Letting her put the blade in the wound, Ramsi flinched a bit. Finally the backbone was ripped out of Ramsi. She shot up at first in a horror of terror and agony of pain that ran through her and then it was suddenly gone because everything went dark because her little body couldn't handle it. Her heart stopped pumping repeatedly and she there layed dead. For Sato's snack, of course!
Satoshi's first thought isn't for a snack. No, the feline's left staring at not a scythe, but a zanbato in her hands, an elegant katana in possession of a seven-foot blade. Asorial, with the repeated sound of ice cracking, has taken on another shape, with Ramsi's death fueling the change. The newly reshaped weapon shudders once before disappearing from sight, letting the spine it held drop back to lay uselessly upon its prior owner. It's then that Satoshi comes back to herself, and in a hurry she drags the child's body out of sight, where she can feed in peace and mull over the unexpected events. And the third tail Asorial's gifted to her, with the growth in their combined strength. Such an odd night~.