.when it snows

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Draped within Nyx’s furnishings ravaged a creature who did not know their place. Large and muscular, though plagued by a lingering obesity, this begrimed hog of a demon held on stubbornly to a strength his adversary could not match. Long-since had an innocent, a helpless woman, run for her life when the opportunity presented itself. Of course, it was this smaller creature who was responsible for giving birth to this opportunity.


What colours embellished themselves upon his chosen style of dress were all but stripped away, thieved by the monochrome poison night so omnipotently bestowed. Bluntness given form and mouth would describe this creature as a half cat, half man warrior of the night. He brandished a katana, though skin it could not cut. He was agile, but agile enough he was not. Cruel and ridiculing was the fact his chosen opponent moved quicker than he could.


“You picked the wrong spirit to pursue, boy,” mocked the demon, tiring of the assumed youth’s ceaseless string of slashes. He was able to grab the blade itself, the act spawning a wide-eyed expression of surprise. Picking him up with the very sword he wielded, another hand rose to snap it in two. The sound reverberated for what seemed to be an eternity, its shattered shriek alone within the night’s crisp, dismissing, eschewing air.

His counter attack concluded with the feline being’s back crashing into the alleyway’s wall. Falling to the ground found company with the beast’s fist crashing into his body, which seemed to beg for hostile companionship. This blow birthed a cry of anguish and appeared to rob him of what strength he had left. Even still, the blade he wielded lay firm within his grasp. “Resilient one, aren’t you…”