She is sin . [open.]
Apr 20, 2011 16:50:17 GMT -8
Post by Zammy<3 on Apr 20, 2011 16:50:17 GMT -8
She was the epitome of sin.
Though it was most certainly day, the night lived on in her; a vision in black, wrapped head to toe in silken ebony. Her long, raven tresses cascaded over small, rounded shoulders, temporarily serving as cover for her most prominent tattoo. This tribal marking of black ink was, indeed, the girl's very own signature, blown up to accomodate the width of her shoulderblades. Only, it had nothing to do with the silly notion of words, and no, it wasn't even her name. Rather, it was an animal, held sacred t the kunoichi's heart: The Owl.
Suddenly the wind picked up, and her hair ascended in response, revealing the work of art.
This was possible, of course, due to the backless nature o her also strapless, very short, and very tight dress. Needless to say, she wasn't exactly humble. If one were to look upon her, the latter's attention would first be drawn to her piercing golden optics. Then the onlooker's gaze would slowly slide down her petite, hourglass figure, and then finally, marvel at her incredibly curvacious legs.
This girl, Zamarron, as she'd been named... she reeked of lust.
The girl raised a single fishnet coated hand, the diamonds sewn randomnly throughout the glove catching brilliantly in what sunlight could get through the mist which shrouded her beloved village. Tucking a strand of hair behind her left ear, the siren put a finger to her second tattoo; a tiny treble clef. This was a constant habit of hers.So this is the aftermath... of the so called great shinobi war.
The village was in seemingly hopeless ruins. Massive devastation was what greeted Zamarron, with corpses strewn about and fallen buildings still crumbling to their doom. She felt... cold. No; she felt nothing. Even as she remembered the faces of her parents and siblings, her heart was stubborn in keeping its coat of ice. She almost liked the idea of being all alone, with no one to go to. It was a whole new world to her- no one
to look after her, no one to stand in her way! The very thought of it seduced Zamarron's lips into a grin, her fangs glinting wickedly.
However, as her eyes scanned the aftermath, she realized that her ultimate wish, freedom, hadn't been completely granted to her yet. Her village was in shambles, and though she didn't exactly enjoy the concept, she owed a duty to it. She couldn't just wander about doing nothing, like she was doing now, observing the desolate scene as if admiring a piece of art.
She sighed, stopping in her tracks with her hands on her hips. She contemplated procrastination. If only someone, anyone, would happen to come by to distract her...