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After the Fourth Great Shinobi World War ended, the world was experiencing a time of peace. The villages for once were able to live in relative harmony with one another as they rebuilt, and for once, all seemed to be well. The kage were able to live peaceful lives and soon began retiring, passing on the baton to the next generations. That is until an unknown virus infects the northern coast. The first to fall is the once powerful Raikage, Ay. While many thought this virus was a simple mutation of what may have well been the flu, no one would ever think of the destruction it would cause. Especially when it infected a certain Uzumaki Naruto.
With his death came the malice; with the malice came the destruction; with the destruction came the shinobi' revolt; and with the revolt came the sacrifices. The Bijuu became filled with malice that they sought to destroy the world. Shinobi sought a way to fight them and once again capture each of the Bijuu. Time passed, and a plan was devised. The Jinchuuriki would be sacrificed for the greater good of the world, and with the deaths of nine individuals, an uneasy peace began.
As time continued, the villages began to truly restructure. In a peace that would last 80 years after the downfall of the Bijuu, the world would see the creation of a great many things. Technology was beginning to take root and before long the blossoms that grew from the tree of the advanced mind would bear fruit. A many great things came to be. A railroad between the vast many nations. Mechanical limbs to replace lost ones. Radios that could reach between villages. Everything seemed to be becoming less reliant on the shinobi. Only the need for them never truly vanished. As with the growth of time, also continued the growth of malice.
Post by Kamizuru Chiyoko on Dec 17, 2014 1:13:42 GMT
here i am in
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no luster, glamor, or gold, i hope you'd remember me dressed in shadows black and white
The thin cloth of her shorts ripped when he pulled on them, and she squeaked, feeling so exposed. Chi wanted to curl her tail over the area, but she didn't want him to do anything to it; she didn't know what she would do if he broke it or cut it off or something.
The second the kunai bit through her flesh, she yowled again, glancing at Sara with wild terror clear in her eyes. She was grateful that the girl wanted to help her, but she didn't want to get hurt worse.
When he commanded her to stop wriggling, she stilled immediately except for the nervous twitching of her bushy tail tip, which was probably getting a nice dusty coating.
Good. Seiya had been pacified, at least for the moment, and the girl was completely under control. "That's a good girl." He cooed, rubbing his hand down her torso, then sliding it back underneath the dress. He navigated the new terrain created by the recently torn fabric, making sure to take it slow. He gently rubbed the soft fur he discovered on her pelvis. She was part cat, she should enjoy being petted, no?
While he had been doing that, the man had also leaned down again, placing his lips around the fresh cuts on her arm. He ran his tongue over the lengths of the wounds and suckled softly, drawing more of her blood into his mouth. After a few moments the rogue withdrew, looking at her with a vacant stare and a red smirk. "Things are about to get a little uncomfortable for you."
Notes
Because Deep Down Inside...
There's Something That Waits To Be Broken...
"In reality, it is more fruitful to wound than to kill. While the dead man lies still, counting only one man less, the wounded man is a progressive drain upon his side."
-B H Liddell Hart-
Post by Kurosaki Seiya on Dec 17, 2014 3:09:42 GMT
I FEEL IT ALL IN THE CENTER OF MY HEART
you're the love of my life
Seiya huddled from her spot, knees pulled up to her chin. Her face throbbed, blood flowing freely from her nose. This was nothing. This was nothing. She felt sick. She wasn't here anymore. She was in the cold, damp sewers underneath the village that always rained. She was in “the room.” And in that room, was the man with the round spectacles. The one that gave the orders. The one that promoted the treatment she and the others received.
Chiyoko was scared stiff, no longer yowling. Seiya knew that would change. It was only a short matter of time, by where Sano's fingers were going. She didn't need to hear the words he whispered to the girl, and she tucked her throbbing face into her knees, arms covering her head.
Post by Kamizuru Chiyoko on Dec 18, 2014 0:14:32 GMT
here i am in
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no luster, glamor, or gold, i hope you'd remember me dressed in shadows black and white
His hand lingered over the soft, fluffy fur she had down there, stroking it gently. She found the quick changes in his mood to be jarring; he'd been mean, cornered and pinned her, hurt her... but now he was moving slowly, being gentle... Not that that made her any more okay with it. She was completely not okay with any of this. He drew his tongue across the fresh cuts and she nearly squirmed, but forced herself to hold still to avoid getting cut again.
His words sent shivers down her spine. Her tail curled automatically over her pelvic area, but she swiftly moved it out of the way. Trembling, she looked up at him with big wide eyes, silently pleading for him not to hurt her...
He felt the tip of her tail brush against his wrist as the girl brought it away. A smart move. His hand moved down the short distance to caress her crotch. He didn't need the girl herself to want it, he just needed her body to respond to him. Her pleading eyes were icing on the metaphorical cake.
The man continued his uninvited touching, escalating in the smallest steps and invading her personal space. He leaned forward once again, this time nipping at the tip of her ear. "Purr for me little kitten..." The words were gentle, but their underlying meaning was significant in his dominance.
Once he was satisfied with her reaction to his touching, Xero withdrew. His hand retreated momentarily into his robe, drawing out his arrow. He took a second to aim, rubbing his cheek against hers. When he was set, the man roughly pushed forward, without hesitation. He gave her body time to adjust to being pierced before continuing.
Notes
Because Deep Down Inside...
There's Something That Waits To Be Broken...
"In reality, it is more fruitful to wound than to kill. While the dead man lies still, counting only one man less, the wounded man is a progressive drain upon his side."
-B H Liddell Hart-
Post by Kamizuru Chiyoko on Dec 25, 2014 20:24:36 GMT
here i am in
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no luster, glamor, or gold, i hope you'd remember me dressed in shadows black and white
Her pleas were worthless. Indeed, they only seemed to excite the sick man more. And she was responding to his touches against her will; her stomach felt sick. The catgirl was utterly disgusted.
Heart racing, she shifted, raising one hand and moving it slowly toward his face, as if she intended to merely touch him. Then she raked her sharp nails down his cheek, barely missing his eye, and clawed at his neck, hissing.
Post by Kurosaki Seiya on Dec 25, 2014 21:21:26 GMT
I FEEL IT ALL IN THE CENTER OF MY HEART
you're the love of my life
Seiya wouldn't, couldn't look up. By the sounds she knew what was happening now. Please be over soon, please be over soon. She rocked where she sat, crushing the fabric of her dress between her fingers, trying to keep the images from dancing in her mind. She didn't need her eyes open to vividly see what was happening in front of her.
The rogue had been too absorbed in his ministrations to notice the first swipe at his face no matter how she went about it. He reeled back as several long gashes ran red with his blood. So the kitten finally grew some claws did she? Not for long. He would tolerate no more resistance. Things were going to get rough for her.
He pulled away as the second swipe came, escaping with a few shallow scratches. His initial response to her sudden defiance was to catch her in his shadows. At this distance the effect would be almost instantaneous. The shadows nearest her neck would creep across, subtly applying pressure until the girl could no longer breathe properly. Hissing was not the best idea.
Next the man made his retreat from her hidden enclave. It was likely that his rage was palpable at this point. He had been willing to let her go, but now she had chosen death all over again. This didn't mean he wouldn't finish his business however. He was going to break her, then leave her to die.
Xero stood over the cat-girl's helpless frame, kicking her so that she would flip onto her stomach. Though the position wouldn't allow him to see her sweet, terrified expression, it gave him more control. He knelt once more on top of her, taking a fist full of her long hair in his free hand. "Bad move, pussy cat."
Her clawing the ground in response made his next move all the more simple. He grabbed the kunai from the ground beside them and jammed it through her hand, pinning it to the ground. Then he drew another from his robe, repeating the process for the other. The cat had been declawed.
Satisfied that the girl would be sufficiently lacking in breath he released the jutsu. It wouldn't do to have her pass out before he had his fun. He lifted her head by her hair once more, rubbing his stinging, bloody cheek against hers again. Blood from his wounds seeped out and matted into her soft fur.
"Imagine if your friends knew just what I'm about to do to you..." He toyed, once again rubbing his nether regions against hers. "You do have friends, don't you miss kitty?" His hand that was not holding her head up by the hair ran down her back, reaching the base of her tail. What was to come, would not be very pleasant for her.
Notes
Because Deep Down Inside...
There's Something That Waits To Be Broken...
"In reality, it is more fruitful to wound than to kill. While the dead man lies still, counting only one man less, the wounded man is a progressive drain upon his side."
-B H Liddell Hart-
