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The day was young, the day was new. Everything seemed perfect, well, except the world had gone to hell in a handbag. Why exactly? Demons. They had decided to take over one day, and those cretins did not look back. Now all that had been good, prosperous, was decrepit; ugly. No one had been safe anymore. In any one direction there had been trouble. People getting robbed, or killed even. Rapes, suicides. You name it, it has happened in the world nowadays.
This particular hour begins with a cat girl, or half breed to be exact. Neither fully human, nor completely demon. She is ostracized for what she is. Thankfully, she embraces the criticism and throws the remarks right back at the racist bastards. She has no time to be hurt by mere words. This young woman has an agenda. And that agenda is, at the moment, beating the hell out of some smart-mouthed male that was of her same race. "Who the HELL do you think you are, huh? I will not sit by and allow some asinine cat demon to touch my a** as I pass by!!" Her words echoed throughout the now quieted bar room. All eyes had been on her and her new victim. Poor man, he had no idea what he had gotten himself into when he made the whimsical decision to slap the woman on the behind. Granted, it was a rather nice behind. It still did not save him though. "Listen b***h, I can touch whomever the hell I want. You just looked tasty enough to be my new toy, so I opted to show interest. Is that so wrong, p***y cat?" The tabby-looking demon responded with a snort, unphased by her foul mouth.
Oh, now he done it. He has used words that the woman does not enjoy in the least. However, the feline woman had not seemed bothered. In fact, she appeared calm, which was out of the norm. The large room had been filled with the sound of light conversation as the customers wondered what would happen next. They did not have to speculate for very long. The blue hairs that sat atop the feline woman's head had begun to stand on end as her temper grew steadily out of control. "Y-you did not just call me a p***y AND b***h, did you?" She snarled, exposing her sharp fangs. "That, you disgusting pervert, was the last mistake you'll ever make." With that said, a glint of silver could be seen slithering down her left arm as she began to move closer towards the lumbering male demon. In a second, a long pole had appeared in her hand. "Heh, heh, heh. What are you going to do little half, demon p***y? Are you going to play dominatrix now?" He snickered actually getting off on that thought. His green eyes scanned the area of the room, seeing the audience's eyes staring back in silent anticipation. Suddenly, a lone idiot stood and shouted, "Take that b***h, Chikan-san!!"
That male was promptly kicked out of the tavern. Soon after, Chikan ((Pervert xDD)) moved his attention back on the situation at hand. That demoness was drawing closer. He had only a millisecond to decide on his choice of action. "Here comes the big, bad Nozi to kick your a**~!" The male tensed at those words, and at seeing her rod flicker at the end with blue light. A bead of sweat slid down his temple and into his eye. What the hell am I doing? Am I going to let a mere woman, no half breed wench best me?! Chikan's thick eyebrows furrowed as his mouth moved and he spat out the answer, "Hell no!!" He charged at her, full force.
The female did as little as bat an eye as the male came straight towards her, claws and fangs bared. Meaning she had stopped at some point. She did, however, smirk in a cocky manner as she dug her boots into the tiled flooring. He was going to be so easy to take down, and she did not even have to move from the spot she was in!! The crowd watched with baited breath as the feline male came dangerously close to the smaller feline. They knew she was waiting for that opportune moment to strike. They had seen it all before. Nozomi's fury was nothing new to them.
It had conveyed the impression of slow motion with Chikan stampeding for her. The woman found it had, then, been time to take action. Her audience looked as they were about to piss themselves in excitement! Inches, millimeters now. With a flicker of her wrists, and a low crouch of course, she swung the staff in her hands right between the junction of Chikan's legs. Tears welled up in the male's pained eyes as a warm, sticky substance flowed down his thigh. Blood. It had been spritzing out of his crouch as well. Some had found its way upon the pale cheek of the assailant and she licked it off as she stood erect and walked away.
Nozomi had sat herself in a nearby chair to appreciate her handy work. The male, Chikan, had collapsed in a heap on the floor; possibly bleeding to death. No one jumped up to help him, however. The people did not wish to invoke the wrath of the feline goddess they dubbed Nozomi. Surprisingly enough, a young waitress worked up enough courage to talk to the blunette, "E-excuse me, Miss. How exactly did you...uh...that..?" She inquired, pointing her index finger at the bloody mess that was Chikan. The blunette smiled at the woman as she leaned back in her chair. "Heh, the staff I have can turn into a scythe when I channel my demonic energy into it. Pretty simple really." She giggled and hopped up once more.
The buzzing sound of the people chattering had resumed. Everything had returned to normal, if one didn't count the male lying on the floor, crying, in his own blood. Nozomi stood next to the male with a look of pity on her attractive face. It was a shame, really. He didn't have to lose his genitals, but he had to be a damn pervert. She shook her head as she bent down to grab his arms. "Damn! You're heavy." She commented, dragging him by the hands to throw him outside. "Hmph, then again, you are full of muscles.." It had taken a few minutes to actually pull him to the entrance. By the time she had gotten to her destination, she was out of breath. "Well, it has been fun, but sayonara, dumbass~!" Nozomi said, taking a firm grip of the male and heaving with all her might. When she finally got him where she wanted him, she roundhouse-kicked him right out the door.
Chikan landed on the pavement with a low thud. Every passerby could hear his gurgled attempts at asking for help, yet they would all walk past as if he was not even there. So wonderful were these times. You gotta love 'em~!
After such mayhem occurred and everything had settled back down, more or less, Nozomi made her way back over to her table and plopped down into her chair. "Ah, that was fun. I love this place~!" She thanked the waitress when she set a mug-full of milk on the table. "What a mess you have made, Kitten-chan." A low masculine voice could be heard across the way in the opposite chair. Nozomi rolled her eyes since she knew of only one person, or doll, that would call her kitten-chan. "Oh, quiet, Inuko-san. I think I did fairly well this time. At least I didn't break any furniture..." The blunette pouted as a small, white dog plushie flopped onto the table. "There is blood everywhere. I'm surprised it didn't get on your clothes. Although, you do look so sexy with blood splattered all over you."" Nozomi snorted, picked up the plush dog, and shoved it into her boobs to keep him speechless. She then took a long drought of milk and commenced in her usual people watching.
 Nozomi_Miyaku · Mon Jan 11, 2010 @ 10:03pm · 0 Comments |
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