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Post by Ryu on Dec 30, 2009 6:35:09 GMT 1
Vibora wasn't quite sure what she was going to do about her situation. She was starving, but there appeared to be no one in her usual hunting spot today. She chose a bridge many people had jumped to their deaths from. She enjoyed watching and devouring those that jumped, and even those coming to mourn their deaths, but for some reason no one seemed to be around.
She was too lazy to search around, so the lay under the bridge in the shade, on her guard, but relaxed in a sphynx-like pose, flicking her bone-y tail back and forth much like a cat, though her appearance wasn't incredibly catlike. Her long forked tongue flicked out of her mouth as she tasted the scent of something nearby. Though from her present placement, she couldn't tell whether they smelled tasty or not.
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Post by Ryu on Jan 8, 2010 0:22:17 GMT 1
Oh, they smelled good alright, but Vibora simply wasn't in the mood. She saw no point in living anymore if this was all life was comprised of. She stepped from under the bridge right in front of a shinigami. She just lay down on the ground in surrender, and the shinigami purified her soul.
She died peacefully.
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