Post by Ruhe Krieger on Jul 24, 2021 1:12:25 GMT -5
More than any blade, more than any fear, it was praise that was the most dangerous tool and weapon for a girl like Ruhe. She had already lived a life of cruelty, ostracization, and overall denial. She had lived a life where those that called her blood, albeit, reluctantly had denied her. After all, it was what she lived and worked so hard for. Love, devotion, that praise. For that, all else was expendable. She remembered in her earliest days, how her mother looked at her with icy demeanor, if not disgust. She remembered her father, and how the only touch she would have from him was one of disdain.
When she was given that praise Ruhe died. In those moments, Ruhe would have been anything that Priscilla wanted her to be. A murderer, a pawn, a slave, a monster. After all, monsters were not made from love, but because of the absence of it. To have it now, to have the idea she could ever truly, and really be loved, that molded her. That was what would make her shine. In those moments as she saw that paper Shinigami fold into life, dashing towards her at a relatively fast speed, Ruhe seemed to be numb.
"Ewige Jagd (Everlasting Hunt)" With it, her bow seems to alter, becoming sleek, more refined, as the tips curve and extend, the color of the string coming to alter as a notched cross formed along the front. Ruhe wasted no time in loosing arrows, pulling back on her string as she shoots several at the same time, five to be exact, though seemingly delayed. The arrows were powerful, energy exerting, and as they flew, most missing past the strafing target, she shoots into the sky before then aiming her empty notch towards the paper target.
'Shatter.' The arrows then would seemingly warp, crush inwards on themselves, becoming a hail of blue energy shrapnel, and with it, the arrows would begin to bend and defy the laws of physics, altering their direction as the many shards begin to zoom in towards the target from every direction. It would make a killing sphere at this target of paper. 'I devote to you this catastrophe.' Assuming the paper Shinigami was unable to avoid, the shards rip inward, riddling the paper target with holes. Ripping through the puppet, and as Ruhe's bow arm shifts back and forth in a circular motion, the shrapnel would continue to rip into the doll repeatedly, until she aims towards the ground, causing the hail to end.
Ruhe now had shown two properties of her abilities. To show that Ruhe had certainly come farther than some recruits had. However, in these moments, the young girl seemed almost icy in a way, her beautiful blue orbs focusing on nothing but the hunt. Never before had Ruhe realized just how hungry she was...and lonely. Perhaps it was because praise was something that she was deprived of, starved of. It was like as if she was swimming in a vast ocean of cold emptiness, and the praise was warmth. The only semblance of it as she was surrounded by nothing but cold predators.
When she was given that praise Ruhe died. In those moments, Ruhe would have been anything that Priscilla wanted her to be. A murderer, a pawn, a slave, a monster. After all, monsters were not made from love, but because of the absence of it. To have it now, to have the idea she could ever truly, and really be loved, that molded her. That was what would make her shine. In those moments as she saw that paper Shinigami fold into life, dashing towards her at a relatively fast speed, Ruhe seemed to be numb.
"Ewige Jagd (Everlasting Hunt)" With it, her bow seems to alter, becoming sleek, more refined, as the tips curve and extend, the color of the string coming to alter as a notched cross formed along the front. Ruhe wasted no time in loosing arrows, pulling back on her string as she shoots several at the same time, five to be exact, though seemingly delayed. The arrows were powerful, energy exerting, and as they flew, most missing past the strafing target, she shoots into the sky before then aiming her empty notch towards the paper target.
'Shatter.' The arrows then would seemingly warp, crush inwards on themselves, becoming a hail of blue energy shrapnel, and with it, the arrows would begin to bend and defy the laws of physics, altering their direction as the many shards begin to zoom in towards the target from every direction. It would make a killing sphere at this target of paper. 'I devote to you this catastrophe.' Assuming the paper Shinigami was unable to avoid, the shards rip inward, riddling the paper target with holes. Ripping through the puppet, and as Ruhe's bow arm shifts back and forth in a circular motion, the shrapnel would continue to rip into the doll repeatedly, until she aims towards the ground, causing the hail to end.
Ruhe now had shown two properties of her abilities. To show that Ruhe had certainly come farther than some recruits had. However, in these moments, the young girl seemed almost icy in a way, her beautiful blue orbs focusing on nothing but the hunt. Never before had Ruhe realized just how hungry she was...and lonely. Perhaps it was because praise was something that she was deprived of, starved of. It was like as if she was swimming in a vast ocean of cold emptiness, and the praise was warmth. The only semblance of it as she was surrounded by nothing but cold predators.
