(PEOPLE LIKE HANZO READING THIS WILL NOTICE SOMETHING. BUT I ASSURE YOU, I DID N-
[18:48] <AzureWraith> I just realised I can recite the entire description for the Eldritch Abomination page on tvtropes.
[18:48] <AzureWraith> I have no life)
Mmmph... Sof~t~! Nanaya mumbles, wiggling around the bed. She had been dreaming for quite some time. Contemplating life and it's mysterious ways. The endless, yonic abysses and complex, alien geometries. From the ways the world would be made, either by fluffyness and explosions, or by some godlike force, she would never know. She wanted to know, but Nanaya herself knew that she would never be able to comprehend the complexities the fabric of reality held in it's vice. For most of the time asleep, Nanaya would dream of these things. The future, the past, and what lies beyond. Other times, involuntarily, Nanaya would begin to dream... Of who she met. Amaya, and Senri. The latter would make her shift around almost rigorously, or even talk in her sleep. The former would make her smile.
"Wake up!" Something in her head said.
Nanaya shifted once more, her arms beginning to ache. Once more the voice called in it's high voice. (VOICE IS NOT SENRI'S MOM)
"Waaaake up!"
This time, the sleepyhead woke. Her eyes blinked, looking around. "Mister Voice? Where are you?" No responce. Nanaya frailed her arms around, calling out for the voice. Nobody answered. Shrugging, Nanaya stood up and began to stretch. Her clothes were somewhat loose and her hair was messed up, but she didn't care much. She almost always woke up the same way. Grabbing a small piece of robe from her gauntlets, she tied her hair up into a ponytail. After rubbing her new tail and playing with it a little, Nanaya grabbed her sword, and set off, Gauntlets dangling from it.
Nanaya looked around the house, noticing that two people still were in it. Senri and his mother had suddenly left. Frowning, Nanaya sneaked out of the house. Once outside, she recalled something important. A feast. Oh yes, that feast at that old shrine beside her home. Setting off towards the Hakurei Shrine, Nanaya sang as she walked through the village, and towards the shrine. For some reason, at the back of her mind, a dreadful, omnious feeling began to sprout from nothing.
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"For countless years I?ve looked up at the moon, just out of reach. It won?t end; not my body living in darkness, not my crimson tears."
Nanaya strolled up the hill towards the Hakurei Shrine. Her singing began to soften.
"...These endless memories will not fade. Drowning in this cold rain, I would rather be swept away..."
Able to see the torii of the shrine now, her singing reduced to almost a whisper.
"...I want for his body, his moist eyes so much it drives me insane.... No matter what I might do, my heart far and distant intervenes..."
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There, she stops, noticing a boy, selling... Or more like, advertising, swords! Walking over, her happy, tomboyish attitude reduced to one of a shy girl. She walked over, dragging the sword across the ground.
"...Um... Ahh... H-Hi..." She pointed at the swords, then back at her own.