Post by Meep33 on Sept 7, 2014 17:05:36 GMT -5
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The first thing I want to say is hi, I finally made an account here! The second, is that my character is named Tsubaki, so expect many Soul Eater references. Also, apparently Mari doesn't like Soul Eater. Well. Anyways...let's get right into it!
Tsubaki glided across a field of Camellia Blossoms, picking one delicately and placing it behind her pale ear. Across the same field, a tall, well-built 17 year old with midnight black hair scowled at her, "Tsubaki..." he snarled, taking out a sword with an obsidian embedded in the handle. She took out her own plain steel dagger, getting to close range but being knocked back easily by a roundhouse kick. She tumbled to the ground with an ungraceful thud, the flower who shared her name falling and scattering it's petals around her. Her eyes quivered, she was almost reduced to tears as she looked up at the man she had thought she had loved.
"Ridoku..." She said softly, her small dagger stuck in the ground on a camellia blossom. "Don't call me by that name..." he said violently, clenching his right fist and bringing his sword above her head. "I love you..." she whispered, the sword going through her stomach. She didn't say a word, nor did she cry out in pain. She simply smiled softly, gritting her teeth slightly. "Pathetic." he hissed venomously, "Not even a word at the deathbed. You are deserving of your name, Tsubaki," he amended sarcastically.
Her breathing became more ragged with each passing second. Drops of blood fell onto the camellia blossoms he surrounded her with, turning them a beautiful shade of scarlet. He turned around, walking away and letting her body slump to the ground. "I am Tsubaki, the Camellia Blossom. When I fall, it will be silent and tragic," she murmured, taking one last breath before going silent.
When she was found that night, the only thing the lonely couple who lived nearby could say was, "I don't know what happened...but she looks peaceful. We didn't hear any screams..." Her face was slightly flushed, her eyes closed. They were able to trace her murder back to her lover after a long investigation but he was gone by then, off to continue his long journey. Tsubaki was buried in the field she was found in, and each year, from then on, a mysterious figure, dressed in all black, would visit her grave.
"Tsubaki..." it would murmur, over and over again, clearly going insane for some reason. The anguished cries of this visitor would echo over the mountains, all of the people inhabiting the area trying to ignore the interruption...and failing.
Please excuse the dreariness! :3
The first thing I want to say is hi, I finally made an account here! The second, is that my character is named Tsubaki, so expect many Soul Eater references. Also, apparently Mari doesn't like Soul Eater. Well. Anyways...let's get right into it!
V. Write a death scene for your character.
Tsubaki glided across a field of Camellia Blossoms, picking one delicately and placing it behind her pale ear. Across the same field, a tall, well-built 17 year old with midnight black hair scowled at her, "Tsubaki..." he snarled, taking out a sword with an obsidian embedded in the handle. She took out her own plain steel dagger, getting to close range but being knocked back easily by a roundhouse kick. She tumbled to the ground with an ungraceful thud, the flower who shared her name falling and scattering it's petals around her. Her eyes quivered, she was almost reduced to tears as she looked up at the man she had thought she had loved.
"Ridoku..." She said softly, her small dagger stuck in the ground on a camellia blossom. "Don't call me by that name..." he said violently, clenching his right fist and bringing his sword above her head. "I love you..." she whispered, the sword going through her stomach. She didn't say a word, nor did she cry out in pain. She simply smiled softly, gritting her teeth slightly. "Pathetic." he hissed venomously, "Not even a word at the deathbed. You are deserving of your name, Tsubaki," he amended sarcastically.
Her breathing became more ragged with each passing second. Drops of blood fell onto the camellia blossoms he surrounded her with, turning them a beautiful shade of scarlet. He turned around, walking away and letting her body slump to the ground. "I am Tsubaki, the Camellia Blossom. When I fall, it will be silent and tragic," she murmured, taking one last breath before going silent.
When she was found that night, the only thing the lonely couple who lived nearby could say was, "I don't know what happened...but she looks peaceful. We didn't hear any screams..." Her face was slightly flushed, her eyes closed. They were able to trace her murder back to her lover after a long investigation but he was gone by then, off to continue his long journey. Tsubaki was buried in the field she was found in, and each year, from then on, a mysterious figure, dressed in all black, would visit her grave.
"Tsubaki..." it would murmur, over and over again, clearly going insane for some reason. The anguished cries of this visitor would echo over the mountains, all of the people inhabiting the area trying to ignore the interruption...and failing.
Please excuse the dreariness! :3