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Training Thread Demonica:
Sat Dec 01, 2012 11:29 am
"I must become stronger. . . . Without my powers . . . "
Demonica thought , her mind was on overdrive body quivering. Memories of how she failed those citizens coming back like knives in her soul. She was surrounded by many many Adjuchas hundreds of them, she was not relying in any spiritual power. . Her barrier was gone she had deactivated it: She was determined to train her physical power. She was determined not to move once, which is why she Exhaled her hands sliding into a fighting stance no power radiating from her she had forced herself to drain it all, she felt no power which would save her.
She felt many things. Drained, determined ready to take on the world: this was why she was out here in the middle of no where surrounded by hundreds of these beasts which where ready to assault her. It was why she had came out here pushing herself to the limit she was tired. But she was in a part of her mind deep within herself.
She tugged on this inner thread, her inner beserker her inner doer. Her motivation her alexander the great. Her Einstein , Her Abraham Lincon, Her George Washington. Her heart of hearts which she had been ignoring for so long. The one thing she had been afraid to embrace when becoming a demon, It was her insanity. What as a human had made her so Insane so dangerous.
But now, she embraced it alright she embraced it like a lover, like that long lost brother you thought to be dead. It grew blossoming inside her, reconnecting the broken link between who she was in life, and who she had become in death. She now slowly opened her eyes she was at her limits but, it did not matter. Why, She was not going to give up thousands of lives for nothing Thousands of mistakes which had been made on her part.
It was then the first roar had ripped out it was a roar of madness of mindless hunger a cry of the pitied the cry of the sinners. The cry of the Enraged, in short a cry of war which was taken up like a chorus by all of the , hollow kind in the area cero's charging some running some backing up but it was time . . they began firing the booms and screeching projectiles cratering the ground, but all demonica heard was her own heart beat as that inner beserker which made her a demon in life, resurfaced finally in death.
Now, the first came and demonica's hands slid forward moving like a dancer but not leaving the spot she was in her hand smashing into the orb throwing it to the side sliding her body to the left like she was dancing the Soldier boy a orb sliding across her neck like it was wanting to give her a hickie the kiss of heat and power leaving a slight scratch, but not a bruise as she began to speed up, her hands moving to the right backhanding another cero back using speed and strength, though it was a chore. Her body was tired bone tired; it was like she was the drunk person, drunk on insomnia that sleepless night that delirious laughing night. It greeted her like a stranger a friend a homey a drunkard in arms.
Shit was rolling all though, as a cero slid towards her face slipping through her guard like quicksilver, getting friendly with her face with a huge explosion. A explosion which covered her face with smoke, her delirious laughter echoing her desire to get stronger. Tired battered each movement was a uphill battle: one she would not loose, she was the Trojan horse: creativity up the ass is her guide she ate the pain the despair the confusion she ate it like it was her capt'n crunch or her rice krispys "Snap,crackle pop" .
Cero's kept flying though as her arms where covered in slight scorch marks, which caressed her features like the work of a tattoo artist, black on white the sky and the stars. Though, now another came low balling the shot , a bad shot demonica moving her foot up, stopped it like she was playing soccer , and wanted to pop the ball: She stomped it down Stomped it down and exploded it deflated it, And Destroyed it utterly and completely.
Now, cero's where interesting and all, yeah red balls of explosive origins the product of energy barf . . or energy use. What ever, there was also the ones running towards her, some even being clobbered by there comrade in arms cero's and those where ran over by the ones behind them, tripping over each other driven by greed. It was war, as they roared their roars being mad being fun being filled with blood lust and deadly intent.
Then they got within reach , the first jumping towards demonica, in slow motion she smiled some,as she slid her left hand forward , intercepting it like she was catching a fast ball from a world known famous pitcher: this was the parody in the madness, hand meet mask: mask get clenched clench = crush and games over try again, that was what happened the mask shattering into dust dust finer then sand, to be blown away as the seconds rancid roar punctuated the sky.
It was this one which had the brain or the disposition of smarts, as it feinted to the side and struck to the left, rending cloth from demonica's pretty tight fitting garmet: the exposed breast and women skin, sexy skin was a site short lived, while demonica slid her hand out brushing the beast away hooking her fingers within the masks eye holes like she was plucking a harp. Then playing a metaphorical power cord she threw it. The motion of a strike oriented bowler flicking the monster towards another like it was a lightning bolt straight out of hell.
The two needless to say collided with spectacular force, killing both: the third coming from the back jumped jump its head dangerously close to her own, like it was wanting to become her lover it roared it was stupid. Stupidly retarded as was the majority of these petty beasts at this stage. This earned it a direct one on one use of demonica's head against its mask with crushing force. Basically it got itself the "Death by headbutt" Sentence, as more of them kept coming. It was like the tide, never ending but ebbing and flowing the sky lit up with multiple explosions it was like the fourth of the fucking july. God bless the fucking world right? Well Demonica was moving dodging evading and trolling it was mind over matter which kept this truck on trucking this mess. The body endurance stamina where being pushed beyond the max but it was because of this that her will was stronger then ever before. Quelling shaking tremors which where the bodies way of saying "YOUR ON EMPTY BITCH"
to hell with that, demonica had given up on the notion of defeat, she erased, deleted removed or took the lack of the definition into her mind. She forgot its notion, its value is presence is consequences. It just was not her problem because, she was here to get stronger so what happened before would not happen again.
This is what drove her, as her first fucking 1 hit knocked out another beast from the ring, which was her vicinity: Her left hand and right where her partners in crime, her rocky and jackie chan. Her fucking Terminator and Avenger, they where her hulk and Thor and they where wrecking these foe's. As the fourth came, it came in low intending to deck her, or hug her who the fuck knows. Demonica though using her elbow jammed it down her foot going up, fucking chain gang banging the beast to death as it was knocked down by her elbow then terminated by the bottom of her foot. Foot+Monsterface= Monster death.
That was the equation that kept this shit rolling and rolling, she moved as the 5th came her fist uppercutting the foe to the right while her foot cresent snap slapped the foe into a series of crater inducing land-skipping with the side of her foot. Smashing mowing, bowling and disemboweling the brethren race like they where domino's knocking several back into a cratered mass or frat party of death. It just did not matter she was moving moving with a purpose the purpose to kill the foe. Kill and destroy. . .This is why she was working towards the common goal of ending them. hundreds to go and demonica was not giving the slightest fuck. She was crushing them like no tomorrow was present: this was her remedy to the madness in her mind the method to her madness. . And this was..
Only the beginning
Demonica thought , her mind was on overdrive body quivering. Memories of how she failed those citizens coming back like knives in her soul. She was surrounded by many many Adjuchas hundreds of them, she was not relying in any spiritual power. . Her barrier was gone she had deactivated it: She was determined to train her physical power. She was determined not to move once, which is why she Exhaled her hands sliding into a fighting stance no power radiating from her she had forced herself to drain it all, she felt no power which would save her.
She felt many things. Drained, determined ready to take on the world: this was why she was out here in the middle of no where surrounded by hundreds of these beasts which where ready to assault her. It was why she had came out here pushing herself to the limit she was tired. But she was in a part of her mind deep within herself.
She tugged on this inner thread, her inner beserker her inner doer. Her motivation her alexander the great. Her Einstein , Her Abraham Lincon, Her George Washington. Her heart of hearts which she had been ignoring for so long. The one thing she had been afraid to embrace when becoming a demon, It was her insanity. What as a human had made her so Insane so dangerous.
But now, she embraced it alright she embraced it like a lover, like that long lost brother you thought to be dead. It grew blossoming inside her, reconnecting the broken link between who she was in life, and who she had become in death. She now slowly opened her eyes she was at her limits but, it did not matter. Why, She was not going to give up thousands of lives for nothing Thousands of mistakes which had been made on her part.
It was then the first roar had ripped out it was a roar of madness of mindless hunger a cry of the pitied the cry of the sinners. The cry of the Enraged, in short a cry of war which was taken up like a chorus by all of the , hollow kind in the area cero's charging some running some backing up but it was time . . they began firing the booms and screeching projectiles cratering the ground, but all demonica heard was her own heart beat as that inner beserker which made her a demon in life, resurfaced finally in death.
Now, the first came and demonica's hands slid forward moving like a dancer but not leaving the spot she was in her hand smashing into the orb throwing it to the side sliding her body to the left like she was dancing the Soldier boy a orb sliding across her neck like it was wanting to give her a hickie the kiss of heat and power leaving a slight scratch, but not a bruise as she began to speed up, her hands moving to the right backhanding another cero back using speed and strength, though it was a chore. Her body was tired bone tired; it was like she was the drunk person, drunk on insomnia that sleepless night that delirious laughing night. It greeted her like a stranger a friend a homey a drunkard in arms.
Shit was rolling all though, as a cero slid towards her face slipping through her guard like quicksilver, getting friendly with her face with a huge explosion. A explosion which covered her face with smoke, her delirious laughter echoing her desire to get stronger. Tired battered each movement was a uphill battle: one she would not loose, she was the Trojan horse: creativity up the ass is her guide she ate the pain the despair the confusion she ate it like it was her capt'n crunch or her rice krispys "Snap,crackle pop" .
Cero's kept flying though as her arms where covered in slight scorch marks, which caressed her features like the work of a tattoo artist, black on white the sky and the stars. Though, now another came low balling the shot , a bad shot demonica moving her foot up, stopped it like she was playing soccer , and wanted to pop the ball: She stomped it down Stomped it down and exploded it deflated it, And Destroyed it utterly and completely.
Now, cero's where interesting and all, yeah red balls of explosive origins the product of energy barf . . or energy use. What ever, there was also the ones running towards her, some even being clobbered by there comrade in arms cero's and those where ran over by the ones behind them, tripping over each other driven by greed. It was war, as they roared their roars being mad being fun being filled with blood lust and deadly intent.
Then they got within reach , the first jumping towards demonica, in slow motion she smiled some,as she slid her left hand forward , intercepting it like she was catching a fast ball from a world known famous pitcher: this was the parody in the madness, hand meet mask: mask get clenched clench = crush and games over try again, that was what happened the mask shattering into dust dust finer then sand, to be blown away as the seconds rancid roar punctuated the sky.
It was this one which had the brain or the disposition of smarts, as it feinted to the side and struck to the left, rending cloth from demonica's pretty tight fitting garmet: the exposed breast and women skin, sexy skin was a site short lived, while demonica slid her hand out brushing the beast away hooking her fingers within the masks eye holes like she was plucking a harp. Then playing a metaphorical power cord she threw it. The motion of a strike oriented bowler flicking the monster towards another like it was a lightning bolt straight out of hell.
The two needless to say collided with spectacular force, killing both: the third coming from the back jumped jump its head dangerously close to her own, like it was wanting to become her lover it roared it was stupid. Stupidly retarded as was the majority of these petty beasts at this stage. This earned it a direct one on one use of demonica's head against its mask with crushing force. Basically it got itself the "Death by headbutt" Sentence, as more of them kept coming. It was like the tide, never ending but ebbing and flowing the sky lit up with multiple explosions it was like the fourth of the fucking july. God bless the fucking world right? Well Demonica was moving dodging evading and trolling it was mind over matter which kept this truck on trucking this mess. The body endurance stamina where being pushed beyond the max but it was because of this that her will was stronger then ever before. Quelling shaking tremors which where the bodies way of saying "YOUR ON EMPTY BITCH"
to hell with that, demonica had given up on the notion of defeat, she erased, deleted removed or took the lack of the definition into her mind. She forgot its notion, its value is presence is consequences. It just was not her problem because, she was here to get stronger so what happened before would not happen again.
This is what drove her, as her first fucking 1 hit knocked out another beast from the ring, which was her vicinity: Her left hand and right where her partners in crime, her rocky and jackie chan. Her fucking Terminator and Avenger, they where her hulk and Thor and they where wrecking these foe's. As the fourth came, it came in low intending to deck her, or hug her who the fuck knows. Demonica though using her elbow jammed it down her foot going up, fucking chain gang banging the beast to death as it was knocked down by her elbow then terminated by the bottom of her foot. Foot+Monsterface= Monster death.
That was the equation that kept this shit rolling and rolling, she moved as the 5th came her fist uppercutting the foe to the right while her foot cresent snap slapped the foe into a series of crater inducing land-skipping with the side of her foot. Smashing mowing, bowling and disemboweling the brethren race like they where domino's knocking several back into a cratered mass or frat party of death. It just did not matter she was moving moving with a purpose the purpose to kill the foe. Kill and destroy. . .This is why she was working towards the common goal of ending them. hundreds to go and demonica was not giving the slightest fuck. She was crushing them like no tomorrow was present: this was her remedy to the madness in her mind the method to her madness. . And this was..
Only the beginning
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Re: Training Thread Demonica:
Sat Dec 01, 2012 12:10 pm
Now, mid movement the train de-railed her body seized up it was like the bunny staring into the eyes of a snake. Or a human with the barrel of a gun to their head, paralyzed she was dog pile style tackled, like a running back with the ball in a foot ball game in over time.
Many, tons of them where was greeted her she: demonica concentrated her mind the metaphorical restraints of the limits being strained she was not going to give up: It was her determination her willpower her whole will to keep going which pushed her through the madness which was her bodies weakness. Hollows exploded everywhere, they rained down like the rain in a stormy day. More of them kept coming it was the multitude the crowd vs the lonesome. but she kept going her hand sliding out, it moved like a cobra which was striking out at prey. It was slamming forward not stopping but just keeping on keeping on. Colliding with bone of the sternum of the next foe's chest, smashing through it with sickening cracks screams and extreme pain while the arm ripped up following a arc of destruction ripping the hollows head in two divided sums which where now dead.
Pain hysteria many things where included in this but she was moving skipping and ready to fucking roll. Her body was moving hollows where meeting it like they wanted to destroy her very concept. But needless to say they had no possible way of keeping up, they ripped through her clothes but other then that it was the melody of destruction is was going rolling roaring . This was madness as demonica gripped a large Adjuchas which lunged for her neck twisting her arm and spinning it she used the creature as nun-chucks. Her wrist flicked to the left the hollow's bones snapping blood spewing from its mouth as it carved a path of destruction through its brethren, this was a give and take movement. As then if slid over head the spine audibly snapping as it came around jack slapping another of its brethren through the ground as it rolled flipped and dipped before landing in a dead wrecked heap.
Now, she stopped holding the adjuchas as a shield while one of its brethren had launched forward the hand jamming into the midsection of this meat-shield as she flicked it up ripping both of the foe's up before pile driving it into the ground. Snapping necks breaking shit causing pain mayhem and pandemonium.
Demonica then like she was throwing a frizz bee hurled this living tool sending it flying not only merely flying but jerking around like a circle smashing into the face of foe's causing disorder in the ranks of the rag-tag foe's which had no clue that they where facing someone who had the fucking determination to keep going and going trucking and fucking.
But more then that, they where in a major screw up the fun in the situation being the definition of a sick, twisted: And over all psychopathic urge. This urge was what was influencing all the violence the mayhem and the pain as demonica flipped her elbow around sending her left hand into a backhanded smash into another mask crushing it as her body was shaking from time to time from fatigue. It was not the fatigue which was hindering her through it was the number of them, as she moved to the side some leaning like she: demonica was pretending to be a mime, and was leaning on a non existent wall.
Not the case though as she leaned back behind looking up at a hollow before it could react gripping it and jerking forward like a punching back to hurl the hollow into a open roaring mouth of a foe infront of her who was a testosterone driven idiot. Mouth met flying projectile ripping the head in half in a sickening but amusing spray of blood. It was the wonderland of red, the mayhem in the story and the fun in the end, with the absense of a story.
She was not tired not defeated as her elbow came around playing its role as a devastator in her equation of destruction. Smashing into the jaw of a hollow then snapping back at the elbow joint sending her fore arm out into a hollows neck gripping it with force that her fingers: Ripped into the neck twisting now she spun her arm let go and sent the kartwheeling hollow through more of its brethren.
She was moving with a purpose bisecting yes bisecting not disecting fuck that shit, as she clapped her hands into the temple of 2 of these foes altering there course and destiny to death by smashing their heads together maybe to give them more brain to head ratio. All though it achieved a hollow patty pie of gore filled brain matter the heads having imploded under the massive amounts of force. Blood flying everywhere it was hard to see what was going on but really what happened was nothing more then a inevitable they tripped up and she fucked them up. Trippy yes, but did it happen ? Fuck yeah
As 6 of them came in she reached out like she was getting a microphone and was about to give a speech but she had gripped the eye socket of the nearest dead foe that was relatively definable as "Intact" She proceeded to use it as a rag tag weapon jerking it around like a baton. Smashing it into the right foe sending this jack ass into the ass of the foe next to it. If the hollow had nuts the flying family member just injected them as the crotch vicinity of the targeted foe by the projectile now was missing as the dead pile driving weapon of destruction. Reversed and slid around in a arc like half the circle which was around smashing them into eachother 1. 2 .3. 4 .5.. 5 piled together like they where spooning and having a wet dream. Sending them flying into a poor foe's face crushing them all in a mad dog pile as she hurled the dead in her hand like a expert discus thrower or shot put prodigy. Sending it flying end over end to brain a taller Adjuchas turning what once was a large head into a crushed cranial cavity blood splattering back like confetti.
Her body was wracked with pain, pain that seemed to be getting the "Please come back later or fuck off" Message from the accountant within demonica's brain, In life she had amazing pain resistance it seemed this shit was resurfacing: but more then that, as she grinned her foot kicking out like she was punting the ball. But in fact foot met mr.knee cap of the foe in front sending it falling forward while her head met its cranium sending it into the ground with a sickening thud, crunch and silence.
Still more came like a endless march they kept coming, as demonica had long ago lost the concept of time, it was like she was stuck in a stasis or a game in which she was advancing through a "Monster house" Or "Swarm" . She had to kill them all, was driven to do so, her mind was running the fucking show mind over matter. Her body wanted to quit but her mind had said "Fuck back seat drivers i'm the one behind the wheel here"
This remained true as she kept going, moving beyond her limit as 2 hollows had cut off the remaining of her shirt leaving more small paper thin scratches in her armor as her arms slid down in a jumping jack half assed movement nailing them into the ground and causing their heads to burst like a watermelon which had been hit by a mallet. It was the shit which had caused her to begin doing this.
Demonica roared while she had kicked a foe back several yards before jack slapping another like it was the bitch of the week sending it out of the park, her eyes alight with the determination that resurfaced within her heart of hearts: she would not leave till these fuckers where all dead, hundreds left hundreds come , let them come. Demonica did not care: she kept moving smashing the foot of a foe reaching up like she was reaching into a shelf high above her gripping the ankle of the foe. Then she like she was hurling something at a ex lover who had the nerve to come back after cheating: the beast became blur blur became dangerous and dangerous fucked one of its family members up again, smashing into the Adjuchas's chest ripping through it like the impaled was weaker then the thing that just ran it through. Who the fuck cared anymore it was madness as hollows where being tossed around like specks in a hurricane. Nothing.. NOTHING was safe..
The rumble was going strong.. who would keep alive?
Many, tons of them where was greeted her she: demonica concentrated her mind the metaphorical restraints of the limits being strained she was not going to give up: It was her determination her willpower her whole will to keep going which pushed her through the madness which was her bodies weakness. Hollows exploded everywhere, they rained down like the rain in a stormy day. More of them kept coming it was the multitude the crowd vs the lonesome. but she kept going her hand sliding out, it moved like a cobra which was striking out at prey. It was slamming forward not stopping but just keeping on keeping on. Colliding with bone of the sternum of the next foe's chest, smashing through it with sickening cracks screams and extreme pain while the arm ripped up following a arc of destruction ripping the hollows head in two divided sums which where now dead.
Pain hysteria many things where included in this but she was moving skipping and ready to fucking roll. Her body was moving hollows where meeting it like they wanted to destroy her very concept. But needless to say they had no possible way of keeping up, they ripped through her clothes but other then that it was the melody of destruction is was going rolling roaring . This was madness as demonica gripped a large Adjuchas which lunged for her neck twisting her arm and spinning it she used the creature as nun-chucks. Her wrist flicked to the left the hollow's bones snapping blood spewing from its mouth as it carved a path of destruction through its brethren, this was a give and take movement. As then if slid over head the spine audibly snapping as it came around jack slapping another of its brethren through the ground as it rolled flipped and dipped before landing in a dead wrecked heap.
Now, she stopped holding the adjuchas as a shield while one of its brethren had launched forward the hand jamming into the midsection of this meat-shield as she flicked it up ripping both of the foe's up before pile driving it into the ground. Snapping necks breaking shit causing pain mayhem and pandemonium.
Demonica then like she was throwing a frizz bee hurled this living tool sending it flying not only merely flying but jerking around like a circle smashing into the face of foe's causing disorder in the ranks of the rag-tag foe's which had no clue that they where facing someone who had the fucking determination to keep going and going trucking and fucking.
But more then that, they where in a major screw up the fun in the situation being the definition of a sick, twisted: And over all psychopathic urge. This urge was what was influencing all the violence the mayhem and the pain as demonica flipped her elbow around sending her left hand into a backhanded smash into another mask crushing it as her body was shaking from time to time from fatigue. It was not the fatigue which was hindering her through it was the number of them, as she moved to the side some leaning like she: demonica was pretending to be a mime, and was leaning on a non existent wall.
Not the case though as she leaned back behind looking up at a hollow before it could react gripping it and jerking forward like a punching back to hurl the hollow into a open roaring mouth of a foe infront of her who was a testosterone driven idiot. Mouth met flying projectile ripping the head in half in a sickening but amusing spray of blood. It was the wonderland of red, the mayhem in the story and the fun in the end, with the absense of a story.
She was not tired not defeated as her elbow came around playing its role as a devastator in her equation of destruction. Smashing into the jaw of a hollow then snapping back at the elbow joint sending her fore arm out into a hollows neck gripping it with force that her fingers: Ripped into the neck twisting now she spun her arm let go and sent the kartwheeling hollow through more of its brethren.
She was moving with a purpose bisecting yes bisecting not disecting fuck that shit, as she clapped her hands into the temple of 2 of these foes altering there course and destiny to death by smashing their heads together maybe to give them more brain to head ratio. All though it achieved a hollow patty pie of gore filled brain matter the heads having imploded under the massive amounts of force. Blood flying everywhere it was hard to see what was going on but really what happened was nothing more then a inevitable they tripped up and she fucked them up. Trippy yes, but did it happen ? Fuck yeah
As 6 of them came in she reached out like she was getting a microphone and was about to give a speech but she had gripped the eye socket of the nearest dead foe that was relatively definable as "Intact" She proceeded to use it as a rag tag weapon jerking it around like a baton. Smashing it into the right foe sending this jack ass into the ass of the foe next to it. If the hollow had nuts the flying family member just injected them as the crotch vicinity of the targeted foe by the projectile now was missing as the dead pile driving weapon of destruction. Reversed and slid around in a arc like half the circle which was around smashing them into eachother 1. 2 .3. 4 .5.. 5 piled together like they where spooning and having a wet dream. Sending them flying into a poor foe's face crushing them all in a mad dog pile as she hurled the dead in her hand like a expert discus thrower or shot put prodigy. Sending it flying end over end to brain a taller Adjuchas turning what once was a large head into a crushed cranial cavity blood splattering back like confetti.
Her body was wracked with pain, pain that seemed to be getting the "Please come back later or fuck off" Message from the accountant within demonica's brain, In life she had amazing pain resistance it seemed this shit was resurfacing: but more then that, as she grinned her foot kicking out like she was punting the ball. But in fact foot met mr.knee cap of the foe in front sending it falling forward while her head met its cranium sending it into the ground with a sickening thud, crunch and silence.
Still more came like a endless march they kept coming, as demonica had long ago lost the concept of time, it was like she was stuck in a stasis or a game in which she was advancing through a "Monster house" Or "Swarm" . She had to kill them all, was driven to do so, her mind was running the fucking show mind over matter. Her body wanted to quit but her mind had said "Fuck back seat drivers i'm the one behind the wheel here"
This remained true as she kept going, moving beyond her limit as 2 hollows had cut off the remaining of her shirt leaving more small paper thin scratches in her armor as her arms slid down in a jumping jack half assed movement nailing them into the ground and causing their heads to burst like a watermelon which had been hit by a mallet. It was the shit which had caused her to begin doing this.
Demonica roared while she had kicked a foe back several yards before jack slapping another like it was the bitch of the week sending it out of the park, her eyes alight with the determination that resurfaced within her heart of hearts: she would not leave till these fuckers where all dead, hundreds left hundreds come , let them come. Demonica did not care: she kept moving smashing the foot of a foe reaching up like she was reaching into a shelf high above her gripping the ankle of the foe. Then she like she was hurling something at a ex lover who had the nerve to come back after cheating: the beast became blur blur became dangerous and dangerous fucked one of its family members up again, smashing into the Adjuchas's chest ripping through it like the impaled was weaker then the thing that just ran it through. Who the fuck cared anymore it was madness as hollows where being tossed around like specks in a hurricane. Nothing.. NOTHING was safe..
The rumble was going strong.. who would keep alive?
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Re: Training Thread Demonica:
Sat Dec 01, 2012 12:35 pm
It was like hell on earth as more came hollows came fuckers came, it just seemed to keep on keeping on. They had begun to fire cero's once again Demonica was running out of gas, As 60 of the cero's smashed into her she had been catching her breath fighting without power sure took ones breath and stamina away from them..
But fighting completely drained? That was another fucking thing all together, its like trying to drive a car on e, it just does not happen so. What do you do? Well you push the car you push and push and freaking push until you get to your destination. If you dont have gas your like a human, only stronger. Humans can keep going even if they have no spiritual energy: we could learn something from them as humans are strong.. Demonica learned this She at one time was a human, but now she was greeted by a flash of red, red which flash banged around her sending her skidding uncontrollably. Without resistance to stop her, as she was made to cut through air resistance and drag. . which was a blessing and a curse.
She was skidding her heels ripping through the ground, causing feet drag marks which could become historic monuments to her cause. Fuck that, she did not care her body smashed into rock ripped through rock got merry with rock. What the hell? Well she was inbedded now inbedded in a pile of rubble and rock which was continuing to be bombarded what was the purpose? Well . . .These hollows only knew how to destroy and within the rubble? Demonica slowly got a flash back of those 2 citys electrocuted .
Cities which where crushed. . decimated .. ended definition they where erased. All they stood for those haunting memories and accusatory feelings of failing them. That is what gave her the gas the depth charge in her new burst of rage, as the rubble rumbled it rumbled and shook flying everywhere as she donky kicked the shell or cocoon above her. The force sent it all flying out like a domino affect in reverse instead of falling down:They fell up. They fell up and then following the rules of gravity came down peppering the ground with the mass destruction that was unleashed crushing hollow enraging and drawing attention.
Demonica was the shadow in the rubble the demon surrounded by smoke. Slowly standing up covered in suit and not really external wounds but stress wounds from going beyond the limit of the mundane and pushing herself to something further. Bones creaking and popping like a old granny on her morning commute. I mean it was a sound which was sickening and inspiring for her. It gave her purpose as she caught a lunging Adjuchas in the wind pipe clenching spinning and flicking it through another legion of shitty brainless bitches with more of a stomach then a brain.
Needless to say it bowled through them, knocked them over many where left but she was not near done she had forced her tired body into action once more. Pain and misery became a friend that friend you lock in the trunk because you love em but at the same time sometimes you just..
need them to shut the fucking hell up.
Which is why as she began to move again, her open hand clenching this hand behind her partner her left hand, and she payed homage to it by jamming it. Using it , jamming it straight up the mouth of a near by foe punching a hole in the back of its head with the shattering of the spinal cord being accustomed to death then the unusual sound of it being ripped out. As demonica flicked the bone around cutting through another foe's head then flipping it up and spike serving dat bone like a fucking volley ball through a horde ,as it smashed through masks like they where made of paper. Then having buried itself into the ground in the front of the body.
It was now demonica felt the rasping kiss of claws against her side as she punched down into a midget foe crushing it nailing it and fucking crucifying it into the ground. As it was to the point that the whole foe vanished into a hole in the ground, replacing rock with its skull. Being the amazing and promising foot hold of a dead body.
Now though demonica had looked up to see a smart one one with COMMON Sense, as it had looked like it was lunging but instead it point blank fired a cero into her face as her fist jerked out into the foe's skull white as snow mask painting it red by crushing it and allowing the hollows blood to splatter outwards like paint. Red.. fresh lookin paint at that. . . Now her face was covered in slight burns from the whole amount of cero's that she had been hit by. Of course that was to be expected as she judo denied a incoming large bitch which had thought to flatten her in their flubba and their blubber. I mean really what she did was smashed her right palm into its belly her left into its head killing it then her right threw it while her left spiked it. It got served as a punt-prize dish into the surrounding hungry veracious mouths of Adjuchas. Though instead of being the nourishing food they intended it was the deadly prelude to their death by being a literal jaw breaker. Jamming dem jaws up into the foe's brains yes plural brains.
It caused them to quiver like fucking bitches fall and begin bleeding out of their eye lacking eye sockets like fountains of red cool aid though that did not matter as they began to one by one drop like flies. And then one came in from the left it feinted to the right and then punched to the left both feints of the foe where accompanied by a head butt which was met by demonica like wise. It would look like a passionate kiss from a distance but change once the hollows head imploded blood spraying everywhere like it was being shot out of a "Spray gun"
So, now with her face covered in blood she continued this violence, her hand jerking out smashing and bashing into another one of the foe's it was the sweet roar of stupidity that had been singing in her ears as its head sploded like a pipe bomb shrapnel pelting the immediate area. It did cross her mind that this could be extremely bad even different interesting stupid. Who the fuck knows anymore she didn't she was using new found determination to keep her body going.
She was not about to stop, no not by a long shot was she about to stop, as a hollow fired another cero at her. She had pulled her arm out catching it and throwing it back in a second sending it back like she was the rubber band that you pull back and release. Like monkey d Luffy she threw that bitchy cero back to evicerate and incinerate the head of the foe who shot it at her. It was fun to see its head turn to ash as cero met creator, sometimes what they make they will be killed by. You are your greatest enemy at time, that was a quote befitting of the instance when the roar was cut off by a equally annoying boom.
Its roar was silenced as these adjuchas kept coming without a end in sight. They just seemed to be coming out of the depths of hell, as if they wanted to die. As if they where born to die, demonica was not a person to believe in destiny she found the concept of it rather funny to be precise. Why? Well to think you know what someone else is going to do. That's text book definition of arrogance, everyone is unique everyone and i mean everyone in the world has their own freedom their own ability to choose their own path.
If they wanted to choose the path of death they would die, live they might live. Its their own choice, that was demonica's fleeting blurb of profound philosophy for the day as it was vanquished by the return of determined and organized madness her hands sliding out to smash into another hollows chest then reverse this same right hand backhanding the same foe's head with enough force to shatter it. Her limbs screaming her body groaning in protest but this friend was the friend that was locked in the trunk then pushed off a cliff. It was the friend you loved but found so fucking annoying that you decide to get rid of them before they drive you insane. That back seat driver everyone loves hanging with but no one: No one loves to listen to ranting about stupid plainly discernable shit, which is why demonica.. well demonica got rid of it.
And kept on keeping on.
But fighting completely drained? That was another fucking thing all together, its like trying to drive a car on e, it just does not happen so. What do you do? Well you push the car you push and push and freaking push until you get to your destination. If you dont have gas your like a human, only stronger. Humans can keep going even if they have no spiritual energy: we could learn something from them as humans are strong.. Demonica learned this She at one time was a human, but now she was greeted by a flash of red, red which flash banged around her sending her skidding uncontrollably. Without resistance to stop her, as she was made to cut through air resistance and drag. . which was a blessing and a curse.
She was skidding her heels ripping through the ground, causing feet drag marks which could become historic monuments to her cause. Fuck that, she did not care her body smashed into rock ripped through rock got merry with rock. What the hell? Well she was inbedded now inbedded in a pile of rubble and rock which was continuing to be bombarded what was the purpose? Well . . .These hollows only knew how to destroy and within the rubble? Demonica slowly got a flash back of those 2 citys electrocuted .
Cities which where crushed. . decimated .. ended definition they where erased. All they stood for those haunting memories and accusatory feelings of failing them. That is what gave her the gas the depth charge in her new burst of rage, as the rubble rumbled it rumbled and shook flying everywhere as she donky kicked the shell or cocoon above her. The force sent it all flying out like a domino affect in reverse instead of falling down:They fell up. They fell up and then following the rules of gravity came down peppering the ground with the mass destruction that was unleashed crushing hollow enraging and drawing attention.
Demonica was the shadow in the rubble the demon surrounded by smoke. Slowly standing up covered in suit and not really external wounds but stress wounds from going beyond the limit of the mundane and pushing herself to something further. Bones creaking and popping like a old granny on her morning commute. I mean it was a sound which was sickening and inspiring for her. It gave her purpose as she caught a lunging Adjuchas in the wind pipe clenching spinning and flicking it through another legion of shitty brainless bitches with more of a stomach then a brain.
Needless to say it bowled through them, knocked them over many where left but she was not near done she had forced her tired body into action once more. Pain and misery became a friend that friend you lock in the trunk because you love em but at the same time sometimes you just..
need them to shut the fucking hell up.
Which is why as she began to move again, her open hand clenching this hand behind her partner her left hand, and she payed homage to it by jamming it. Using it , jamming it straight up the mouth of a near by foe punching a hole in the back of its head with the shattering of the spinal cord being accustomed to death then the unusual sound of it being ripped out. As demonica flicked the bone around cutting through another foe's head then flipping it up and spike serving dat bone like a fucking volley ball through a horde ,as it smashed through masks like they where made of paper. Then having buried itself into the ground in the front of the body.
It was now demonica felt the rasping kiss of claws against her side as she punched down into a midget foe crushing it nailing it and fucking crucifying it into the ground. As it was to the point that the whole foe vanished into a hole in the ground, replacing rock with its skull. Being the amazing and promising foot hold of a dead body.
Now though demonica had looked up to see a smart one one with COMMON Sense, as it had looked like it was lunging but instead it point blank fired a cero into her face as her fist jerked out into the foe's skull white as snow mask painting it red by crushing it and allowing the hollows blood to splatter outwards like paint. Red.. fresh lookin paint at that. . . Now her face was covered in slight burns from the whole amount of cero's that she had been hit by. Of course that was to be expected as she judo denied a incoming large bitch which had thought to flatten her in their flubba and their blubber. I mean really what she did was smashed her right palm into its belly her left into its head killing it then her right threw it while her left spiked it. It got served as a punt-prize dish into the surrounding hungry veracious mouths of Adjuchas. Though instead of being the nourishing food they intended it was the deadly prelude to their death by being a literal jaw breaker. Jamming dem jaws up into the foe's brains yes plural brains.
It caused them to quiver like fucking bitches fall and begin bleeding out of their eye lacking eye sockets like fountains of red cool aid though that did not matter as they began to one by one drop like flies. And then one came in from the left it feinted to the right and then punched to the left both feints of the foe where accompanied by a head butt which was met by demonica like wise. It would look like a passionate kiss from a distance but change once the hollows head imploded blood spraying everywhere like it was being shot out of a "Spray gun"
So, now with her face covered in blood she continued this violence, her hand jerking out smashing and bashing into another one of the foe's it was the sweet roar of stupidity that had been singing in her ears as its head sploded like a pipe bomb shrapnel pelting the immediate area. It did cross her mind that this could be extremely bad even different interesting stupid. Who the fuck knows anymore she didn't she was using new found determination to keep her body going.
She was not about to stop, no not by a long shot was she about to stop, as a hollow fired another cero at her. She had pulled her arm out catching it and throwing it back in a second sending it back like she was the rubber band that you pull back and release. Like monkey d Luffy she threw that bitchy cero back to evicerate and incinerate the head of the foe who shot it at her. It was fun to see its head turn to ash as cero met creator, sometimes what they make they will be killed by. You are your greatest enemy at time, that was a quote befitting of the instance when the roar was cut off by a equally annoying boom.
Its roar was silenced as these adjuchas kept coming without a end in sight. They just seemed to be coming out of the depths of hell, as if they wanted to die. As if they where born to die, demonica was not a person to believe in destiny she found the concept of it rather funny to be precise. Why? Well to think you know what someone else is going to do. That's text book definition of arrogance, everyone is unique everyone and i mean everyone in the world has their own freedom their own ability to choose their own path.
If they wanted to choose the path of death they would die, live they might live. Its their own choice, that was demonica's fleeting blurb of profound philosophy for the day as it was vanquished by the return of determined and organized madness her hands sliding out to smash into another hollows chest then reverse this same right hand backhanding the same foe's head with enough force to shatter it. Her limbs screaming her body groaning in protest but this friend was the friend that was locked in the trunk then pushed off a cliff. It was the friend you loved but found so fucking annoying that you decide to get rid of them before they drive you insane. That back seat driver everyone loves hanging with but no one: No one loves to listen to ranting about stupid plainly discernable shit, which is why demonica.. well demonica got rid of it.
And kept on keeping on.
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Re: Training Thread Demonica:
Sat Dec 01, 2012 1:27 pm
More came, more came even her own body was coming to its limit. Reliving life through dead, she felt like she was hitting a wall. Her eyes where closed blurred slipping in the blood of her foes. Yet she still fought why? Well she wanted to know that too it probably was she could not give up yet even when the world had given up on war.. on despair on good and bad. The world did not give a fuck.
Yeah it really did not, it just kept going rotating cero rained down, in hundreds they kept coming it was a uphill battle.. what if she had given up , what if she had allowed herself to well.. die?.. Yeah right everyone knows giving up is running away. This is why she kept herself going up, as her hand slid out like a drunk smacking another of the Adjuchas away her body bowed over, as she took ragged breaths.
Her body was ravaged she was ravaged she was running on fumes, she had no energy. But she was not going to stop.. Blood covered her though it was not her own. Pain flaring up. .. it was pain that made her body scream.. Though what she did was instead of letting it get the better of her, she pushed it deep into her mind. . . Far far into the reaches of her mind.. and locked it away, going numb and her hands moved forward.. smashing into another adjuchas.
She was moving moving and kept moving, her eyes open slight but filled with determination to stay .. moving. She slowly had begun to focus her arms speeding up some.. but it was like running through quicksand. She still felt like she was being drug down by the forces which had kept smashing against her.. She wanted to scream.. but she kept going, kicking a Adjuchas in the face sending it flipping like a acrobatic trick gone wrong and then landing on the head of another adjuchas crushing it flatter then a pancake as it bowed inwards like a bowl both of them falling at akward angles.
She continued now, moving with the beat the beat that presented itself in the intervals between roaring of hungry hollows. It was this this beat which inspired her to keep going, her hand smashing forward into the head of a foe which lunged infront of her.. Things where running to the end of the game. . .Nothing everything what every. . hello goodbye.. Hollows where fleeing but they also kept going. . She wanted to keep going. .keep fighting and keep fighting to the maximum that she could. . But they where all running the ones left charged though..
They charged with the desperation of death.. Her arms launchign forward as her legs screamed from the strain they where under, her left fist had smashed into the face of one of the incoming hollows, her right into the other. her head into a lunger.. The rest.. began to run flee like.. cowards.. it seemed.. It was finally.. Finally over...
Yeah it really did not, it just kept going rotating cero rained down, in hundreds they kept coming it was a uphill battle.. what if she had given up , what if she had allowed herself to well.. die?.. Yeah right everyone knows giving up is running away. This is why she kept herself going up, as her hand slid out like a drunk smacking another of the Adjuchas away her body bowed over, as she took ragged breaths.
Her body was ravaged she was ravaged she was running on fumes, she had no energy. But she was not going to stop.. Blood covered her though it was not her own. Pain flaring up. .. it was pain that made her body scream.. Though what she did was instead of letting it get the better of her, she pushed it deep into her mind. . . Far far into the reaches of her mind.. and locked it away, going numb and her hands moved forward.. smashing into another adjuchas.
She was moving moving and kept moving, her eyes open slight but filled with determination to stay .. moving. She slowly had begun to focus her arms speeding up some.. but it was like running through quicksand. She still felt like she was being drug down by the forces which had kept smashing against her.. She wanted to scream.. but she kept going, kicking a Adjuchas in the face sending it flipping like a acrobatic trick gone wrong and then landing on the head of another adjuchas crushing it flatter then a pancake as it bowed inwards like a bowl both of them falling at akward angles.
She continued now, moving with the beat the beat that presented itself in the intervals between roaring of hungry hollows. It was this this beat which inspired her to keep going, her hand smashing forward into the head of a foe which lunged infront of her.. Things where running to the end of the game. . .Nothing everything what every. . hello goodbye.. Hollows where fleeing but they also kept going. . She wanted to keep going. .keep fighting and keep fighting to the maximum that she could. . But they where all running the ones left charged though..
They charged with the desperation of death.. Her arms launchign forward as her legs screamed from the strain they where under, her left fist had smashed into the face of one of the incoming hollows, her right into the other. her head into a lunger.. The rest.. began to run flee like.. cowards.. it seemed.. It was finally.. Finally over...
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Re: Training Thread Demonica:
Sat Dec 01, 2012 2:05 pm
Demonica was shaking .. shaking from pain the strenuous activities causing extreme pain to her body.. she was beyond her limits.. Extreme and without a doubt she was far beyond what she was normally capable off. Her eyes where half open, but also they where half closed her mouth was open showing her perfectly white fangs while she was exhaling the wild tangle of red hair around her matching the blood stain tattoo looking splatters all over her naked bosom her arms.. her body.
She walked forward her body shaking, she was forcing herself beyond the limit.. This was also part of training .. for Endurance And stamina..and you could say even pain.. To endure the pain.. to endure the level that her limits had by now been forced to pass . Though the sky was black as ever as she began to walk, her horns not even whirring she had no energy no energy in her body right now.. She used it all up on purpose for this exercise. She kept walking though now. Walking her feet digging into the sand , into that white bleached sand. She began a long walk which seemed to take her out of this crater. . Into the endless night.
She walked what else could she do? She walked stumbled crawled but still kept moving. This pain that wanted to become her king. . it was loosing: as she was not going to stop.. she just kept walking but not just walking by herself she had a extremely strong chain around her waist which was attached to a 340 ton weight.. a weight which was like a small mountain behind her.. but still she drug it her feet digging deep into the sand which gave her no traction what so ever. She kept walking her teeth gritting under the weight as she began to walk the first of many miles to get back. She was not using her flying power.. nor her speed.. nor any power.. for she had none. She was forcing herself to keep going to keep it up till she reached the warp point.. a warp point that was a LONG .. long ways away .
It was a cold night, one that was not exactly the best for when you where tired. she kept going though, pulling at the chain the image of those people who died fresh in her mind. Giving her support .. that image was enough to give her enough power to keep pulling and pulling.. Walking and pulling, she was a interesting sight her legs barely pulling the load behind her. But she kept going. . Her hair whipping around her from the wind, and her mouth breathing in ragged breaths mist wafting from her lips as she breathed out.
Drenched in sweat drenched in blood, she kept walking though now she slipped her feet loosing traction as she face planted, and laid there for a slight amount of time. She pounded the sand for a bit frustrated with herself for not being able to keep moving despite the pain that wracked her body.
"..Cmon you pussy are you going to let this stop you?.. You have people waiting for you.. and people waiting for you to get stronger.. Cmon.. DAMNIT "
Demonica roared her open palm clenching the sand as she forced herself up her arms swaying under the supreme strain she was subjecting herself too . She though looked up her eyes full of determination which drove her left foot forward digging into the sand, as she forced herself into a light jog, stumbling once more.. She fell though landing on her face again skidding some several feet she slowly rose again hacking up sand. Forcing herself to stand it was the one thing she did know how to do.. She knew how to get back up she would not stay down as the rattle of chains punctuated the night. the eternal night.. sweat dripping from her She kept her eyes open her lips opening slowly spreading apart as a drop of sweet sweat fell from her lashes like a jewel in the moon light.
"DAMNIT FUCK YOU BODY "
Demonica screamed at herself, beginning once again to dig into the sand, pulling the weight behind her, forcing herself into a jog stumbling once more, as she for a 3rd time fell down. Hitting her hands on the cold sand which they buried themselves into. Ragged disheveled gasps issued from her lips, her chest rose up and fell down rapidly as she coughed once and for the third time began to force herself back up. Her hair falling in curtains around her. Her bare shoulders shining pure white in the moon light, the chains rubbing against them blacker then the starless night of hueco mundo as she grabbed the chains.. and rising to her feet she remembered the feeling that she had that day..
The rage she felt, the feeling that she was going to keep going till she achieved her goal. And that's what got her going, she first was dragging herself along.. but her lips where moving like liquid silver.. Whispering something.. something.. but what was it.. Well it was one simple word.. a word which could decide who lived or who died. A word which ended wars and began them, a word which in the fate of the world caused drastic changes the word.. was:"i won't give up . Not now not ever" And summerized as "Don't give up"
Demonica knew she had come too far to give in, she was not about to give in. This is why now she was speeding up.. slowly albeit but she was walking a normal speed now. Forcing her legs to move.. and keep moving: She was not stopping.. this word turned into a chant.. chant into song. Song into belief as she was dragging the huge weight behind her. She kept on moving, a lone barely clothed figure in the sands of hueco mundo. Miles from anywhere but also miles from everywhere.. This was a place that had no beginning and no end. It was a continued process .
She had slowly been speeding up, she was now in a light jog, her knee's grinding and popping her breath was ragged but she kept moving.. Kept moving no matter what happened as her eyes kept open. She was not about to give up.. Not after she had come this far.. No not at all, she kept going.. kept her body moving. whispering those words over and over.. As she was jogging along dragging the chains which slapped against her bare skin and felt like the depths of a iceberg with her. Pulling it because she knew she could finish .. she knew she could do it. It wasn't the matter of how or when.. it was the matter that she knew she could .. she could do it..
Believing that was what kept her speeding up.. until she began to jog.. she kept jogging thinking about those who died that night. Thinking how it would not be in vain, as the chains slapped against her skin the moon illuminated her. Her breath gave birth to fog.. as it was warmer then the surrounding landscape. Her feet felt numb from the cold, her skin had goose bumps, all these things where ignored.. she kept going.. going not because she had to.. but because she wanted to she needed too. She had come way WAY to far to give up, as her feet slid out again, she smashed her hand into the sand and kept going slowly and painfully straightening herself out.
"DAMNIT I WILL NOT GIVE UP"
Demonica roared to herself, as she forced herself to maintain the jog, even though she should have collapsed a long.. LONG time ago. It was her determination to become stronger, that inner beast which she had found after so long.. That mentality.. which was driving her. Not in a bad way.. far from it, it drove her to keep going, to say fuck it to what was perceived and keep trying keep going, even if you fell or if you hurt.. if your scared.. You keep going push through.. That inner mentality.. is what gave her strength out the ass.. its was kept her going..It was what no matter what had kept her moving, and not falling over. She still was stumbling.
her body screamed for rest.. But she kept going.. she was not going to stop.. once she got going, her eyes opening wide.. her hair whipping around from the jogging speed.. It was not fast but.. she was making progress now.. She was moving,.. moving towards her destination. She was determined to keep going.. to prove herself to get stronger. She was ready to show she could become stronger.. Which is why she kept going, even though her breath was ragged her body shook, and she was numb from the cold. Exhausted ..out of energy supernatural energy that it.. she kept going.. and going..
She was not going to stop..
Just as simple as that .
She walked forward her body shaking, she was forcing herself beyond the limit.. This was also part of training .. for Endurance And stamina..and you could say even pain.. To endure the pain.. to endure the level that her limits had by now been forced to pass . Though the sky was black as ever as she began to walk, her horns not even whirring she had no energy no energy in her body right now.. She used it all up on purpose for this exercise. She kept walking though now. Walking her feet digging into the sand , into that white bleached sand. She began a long walk which seemed to take her out of this crater. . Into the endless night.
She walked what else could she do? She walked stumbled crawled but still kept moving. This pain that wanted to become her king. . it was loosing: as she was not going to stop.. she just kept walking but not just walking by herself she had a extremely strong chain around her waist which was attached to a 340 ton weight.. a weight which was like a small mountain behind her.. but still she drug it her feet digging deep into the sand which gave her no traction what so ever. She kept walking her teeth gritting under the weight as she began to walk the first of many miles to get back. She was not using her flying power.. nor her speed.. nor any power.. for she had none. She was forcing herself to keep going to keep it up till she reached the warp point.. a warp point that was a LONG .. long ways away .
It was a cold night, one that was not exactly the best for when you where tired. she kept going though, pulling at the chain the image of those people who died fresh in her mind. Giving her support .. that image was enough to give her enough power to keep pulling and pulling.. Walking and pulling, she was a interesting sight her legs barely pulling the load behind her. But she kept going. . Her hair whipping around her from the wind, and her mouth breathing in ragged breaths mist wafting from her lips as she breathed out.
Drenched in sweat drenched in blood, she kept walking though now she slipped her feet loosing traction as she face planted, and laid there for a slight amount of time. She pounded the sand for a bit frustrated with herself for not being able to keep moving despite the pain that wracked her body.
"..Cmon you pussy are you going to let this stop you?.. You have people waiting for you.. and people waiting for you to get stronger.. Cmon.. DAMNIT "
Demonica roared her open palm clenching the sand as she forced herself up her arms swaying under the supreme strain she was subjecting herself too . She though looked up her eyes full of determination which drove her left foot forward digging into the sand, as she forced herself into a light jog, stumbling once more.. She fell though landing on her face again skidding some several feet she slowly rose again hacking up sand. Forcing herself to stand it was the one thing she did know how to do.. She knew how to get back up she would not stay down as the rattle of chains punctuated the night. the eternal night.. sweat dripping from her She kept her eyes open her lips opening slowly spreading apart as a drop of sweet sweat fell from her lashes like a jewel in the moon light.
"DAMNIT FUCK YOU BODY "
Demonica screamed at herself, beginning once again to dig into the sand, pulling the weight behind her, forcing herself into a jog stumbling once more, as she for a 3rd time fell down. Hitting her hands on the cold sand which they buried themselves into. Ragged disheveled gasps issued from her lips, her chest rose up and fell down rapidly as she coughed once and for the third time began to force herself back up. Her hair falling in curtains around her. Her bare shoulders shining pure white in the moon light, the chains rubbing against them blacker then the starless night of hueco mundo as she grabbed the chains.. and rising to her feet she remembered the feeling that she had that day..
The rage she felt, the feeling that she was going to keep going till she achieved her goal. And that's what got her going, she first was dragging herself along.. but her lips where moving like liquid silver.. Whispering something.. something.. but what was it.. Well it was one simple word.. a word which could decide who lived or who died. A word which ended wars and began them, a word which in the fate of the world caused drastic changes the word.. was:"i won't give up . Not now not ever" And summerized as "Don't give up"
Demonica knew she had come too far to give in, she was not about to give in. This is why now she was speeding up.. slowly albeit but she was walking a normal speed now. Forcing her legs to move.. and keep moving: She was not stopping.. this word turned into a chant.. chant into song. Song into belief as she was dragging the huge weight behind her. She kept on moving, a lone barely clothed figure in the sands of hueco mundo. Miles from anywhere but also miles from everywhere.. This was a place that had no beginning and no end. It was a continued process .
She had slowly been speeding up, she was now in a light jog, her knee's grinding and popping her breath was ragged but she kept moving.. Kept moving no matter what happened as her eyes kept open. She was not about to give up.. Not after she had come this far.. No not at all, she kept going.. kept her body moving. whispering those words over and over.. As she was jogging along dragging the chains which slapped against her bare skin and felt like the depths of a iceberg with her. Pulling it because she knew she could finish .. she knew she could do it. It wasn't the matter of how or when.. it was the matter that she knew she could .. she could do it..
Believing that was what kept her speeding up.. until she began to jog.. she kept jogging thinking about those who died that night. Thinking how it would not be in vain, as the chains slapped against her skin the moon illuminated her. Her breath gave birth to fog.. as it was warmer then the surrounding landscape. Her feet felt numb from the cold, her skin had goose bumps, all these things where ignored.. she kept going.. going not because she had to.. but because she wanted to she needed too. She had come way WAY to far to give up, as her feet slid out again, she smashed her hand into the sand and kept going slowly and painfully straightening herself out.
"DAMNIT I WILL NOT GIVE UP"
Demonica roared to herself, as she forced herself to maintain the jog, even though she should have collapsed a long.. LONG time ago. It was her determination to become stronger, that inner beast which she had found after so long.. That mentality.. which was driving her. Not in a bad way.. far from it, it drove her to keep going, to say fuck it to what was perceived and keep trying keep going, even if you fell or if you hurt.. if your scared.. You keep going push through.. That inner mentality.. is what gave her strength out the ass.. its was kept her going..It was what no matter what had kept her moving, and not falling over. She still was stumbling.
her body screamed for rest.. But she kept going.. she was not going to stop.. once she got going, her eyes opening wide.. her hair whipping around from the jogging speed.. It was not fast but.. she was making progress now.. She was moving,.. moving towards her destination. She was determined to keep going.. to prove herself to get stronger. She was ready to show she could become stronger.. Which is why she kept going, even though her breath was ragged her body shook, and she was numb from the cold. Exhausted ..out of energy supernatural energy that it.. she kept going.. and going..
She was not going to stop..
Just as simple as that .
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Re: Training Thread Demonica:
Sat Dec 01, 2012 2:39 pm
She was now .. stopped by a looming obstacle it was a huge cliff.. As she was on the other side of the largest mountain.. a mountain which was.. in the way of her and her goal.. or at least half way between it. the mountain was .. huge though she shifted the chain.. Slowly reaching up.. her open mouth biting down on the chain which was strong enough to withstand her bite force as she gripped the first of many foot holes. She began.. slowly pulling herself up and up. It was this that kept her going.. she had come to far to fail.. To far to give up and she was not about to give up.. no not at all..
Which is why when she slowly pulled herself up and the foot hold gave way.. she smashed her hand into the wall.. only 5 feet off the ground but still.. she kept forcing herself up. her hand slowly reaching for the next hold, and with this she slowly began to make her way up farther and faster. Though each grip was like pain to her .. it was screams within her ears. Because her body was trying to get her to quit. But she did not want to.. that was the fact of the matter. Which is what kept her reaching.. as she lost her hand hold and slid down.
She smashed her fingers into the rock, holding herself up as she wincing in pain reached up searching.. for another another hand hold.. it was tantalizing her body was aching her heart was aching that inner mentality was all that kept her going.. Her hand faltered as it cramped but only for a second as it clapped firmly on the next handhold. . Slowly tightening the grip as her teeth kept holding the chain. It the weight that caused her to struggle but.. She did not let go of it, she kept forcing.. slowly her right hand up .. reaching and gripping onto another hand hold. This hand hold only held for a second so she had to grip tighter on the hand hold she knew was holding.
Now, she slowly once more reached her right hand up, finding a hand hold and slowly she began to pull herself, up. It was a hard process.. to say the least if it was not for her inner mentality it would have been near impossible for her to keep going.. but she was pushing through her pain ... as her left hand.. slowly reached up her delicate looking snow white fingers clenching onto another hand hold as her nostrils flared. She was taking ragged breathes as her right hand slowly was reaching up for the next hand hold.. It was this which kept her going.. she was not about to stop..
She remembered of all people eric zanthos and how he still tried to protect people.. He of all people still tried to push against the bonds of fate.. That is what gave her the final push.. as her hand gripped another hand hold the other giving way under the weight. Leaving her hanging by one hand her eyes wanting to close but she fought to keep them open, as she slowly her arm moving near as fast as a turtle..or a snail toward the next hand hold, her body was shaking her determination is what kept her going though. and the hand found its hand hold as she slowly repeated it with the other hand. IT Was painful and slow but she was climbing from the ground up. the moon illuminating her and from far away you would probably only see a massive weight defying gravity.
Now reaching for the next hand hold.. she slowly managed to grip one as the one below her collapsed her fingers all that where keeping her from plumiting.. she managed.. though slowly fighting her onset cramps and aches to get the other hand into yet another hand hold. Her lips moving.. they where moving.. murmuring the same thing they had been for a while now. They where murmuring how she was not about to give.. up.. she had come to far to call it quits.. Even here in the middle of no where.. she was not alone..
She looked back to the deaths.. for the 15th time probably and found some sort of new strength from them and managed to get her hand on another hand hold.. She was.. far up.. very far up.. As she slowly began to reach for the next handhold. She was not faltering but was fighting her own tiredness the whole way, she felt utterly and without a doubt completely drained... She had never felt this drained before.
This being said.. she had never felt so determined either.. She did not give up.. she could see the summit.. slowly and continuously.. left.. right.. left.. Her hands forced above one another.. gripped hand holds.. They forced her up.. farther up.. and closer to the top.. all though while reaching up one of them.. broke.. and she had to quickly find a new.. a new hand hold.. Her nostrils flaring and her mouth locked in a iron clad grip on the chain as she kept going.. going and getting closer to the summit.. Her eyes sliding closed but then fighting themselves back open.. She should have long ago succumb but she refused to.. She kept .. fighting fighting to complete what she had started.. she did not want to loose this.. She wanted to be victorious.. Which is what.. what forced her to keep going.. And keep working towards the goal she had set before herself. ..
"Cmon.. a little more.. cmon.. you mother fucker "..
Demonica growled at herself.. reaching for yet another hand hold her eyes open and her voice oddly muffled by the chain they where clenched on, her hands reaching for new hand holds.. While she was slowly forcing herself closer to the top.. Why?.. Well she was not about to give up and say.. fuck it.. she was going to keep going.. and complete this ordeal..
The top was much closer now.. this fueled her gave her more determination then ever.. she could even see the top.. it was not that far off. In fact she was almost done with all this fucking climbing.. she though back to what drove her to want to get stronger.. A question from deep in her mind..
"..Why do i want to be stronger?"
That was the question which sustained her right now.. that mentality was good .. and dandy but it was the mentality and this question this question that drove her hand forward reaching for the next hand hold. It was a question she was damned determined to answer.. A question that she would find out for herself.. This is why now she was slowly reaching up.. she was at the top.. but.. then.. something horrible happened.. She lost her grip.. lost her grip and fell a little ways before she smashing her palm into the cliff.. managed to stop herself from falling any further.
She was not giving up though not at all.. as slowly she forced her slow moving arm up.. and up.. her hand gripping a new hand hold.. Her eyes half open.. but slowly they where opening more and more.. she was not giving up.. she was going to finish it.. That's What she was going to do, she was not close to being done..
This is what drove her now.. drove her to slowly reach up.. and find another hand hold.. Her eyes stung with tears tears of frustration .. these tears of blood dripped down and stained the chain.. Stained it a dusty red.. as the question.. that fucking question. That question kept nagging at her like a overbearing parent who wanted to know how their child was doing grade wise.. It just would not ease up.. it demanded.. demanded to be answered.. Thats why she kept going ...
even though it was cold.. the cold which bit into her super hot skin like knives.. even though she had caused a small boulder field to form below her.. she kept going.. her hand reaching up.. slowly reaching up to grasp the next hand hold.. Grasp and continue.. repeat the process.. She kept going.. She was not going to stop as a harsh gust of wind blew past her causing the chains to rattle.. She gritted her teeth on the chain harder.. and continued.. her hand slowly reaching for the next hand hold.. she was not about to give up.. she was going to power through.. She knew what she was fighting for.. she wanted to see the answer of that question..
She wanted to finish and get stronger.. but she still had a long ways to go.. she knew it.. she knew this was only one of the hurdles.. But slowly she was there again.. her hand reached up.. the dark sky was above her.. her hand ..her fingers dug into the rock.. she slowly came into view pulling herself.. up from the cliff.. as her toes dug into .. dug into the rock.. slowly the hulking weight behind her coming into view.. and she did not stop.. she kept walking slowly.... slowly but determined to keep going. .. She was getting.. closer.. but there was still a ways to go..
But she kept going..
Which is why when she slowly pulled herself up and the foot hold gave way.. she smashed her hand into the wall.. only 5 feet off the ground but still.. she kept forcing herself up. her hand slowly reaching for the next hold, and with this she slowly began to make her way up farther and faster. Though each grip was like pain to her .. it was screams within her ears. Because her body was trying to get her to quit. But she did not want to.. that was the fact of the matter. Which is what kept her reaching.. as she lost her hand hold and slid down.
She smashed her fingers into the rock, holding herself up as she wincing in pain reached up searching.. for another another hand hold.. it was tantalizing her body was aching her heart was aching that inner mentality was all that kept her going.. Her hand faltered as it cramped but only for a second as it clapped firmly on the next handhold. . Slowly tightening the grip as her teeth kept holding the chain. It the weight that caused her to struggle but.. She did not let go of it, she kept forcing.. slowly her right hand up .. reaching and gripping onto another hand hold. This hand hold only held for a second so she had to grip tighter on the hand hold she knew was holding.
Now, she slowly once more reached her right hand up, finding a hand hold and slowly she began to pull herself, up. It was a hard process.. to say the least if it was not for her inner mentality it would have been near impossible for her to keep going.. but she was pushing through her pain ... as her left hand.. slowly reached up her delicate looking snow white fingers clenching onto another hand hold as her nostrils flared. She was taking ragged breathes as her right hand slowly was reaching up for the next hand hold.. It was this which kept her going.. she was not about to stop..
She remembered of all people eric zanthos and how he still tried to protect people.. He of all people still tried to push against the bonds of fate.. That is what gave her the final push.. as her hand gripped another hand hold the other giving way under the weight. Leaving her hanging by one hand her eyes wanting to close but she fought to keep them open, as she slowly her arm moving near as fast as a turtle..or a snail toward the next hand hold, her body was shaking her determination is what kept her going though. and the hand found its hand hold as she slowly repeated it with the other hand. IT Was painful and slow but she was climbing from the ground up. the moon illuminating her and from far away you would probably only see a massive weight defying gravity.
Now reaching for the next hand hold.. she slowly managed to grip one as the one below her collapsed her fingers all that where keeping her from plumiting.. she managed.. though slowly fighting her onset cramps and aches to get the other hand into yet another hand hold. Her lips moving.. they where moving.. murmuring the same thing they had been for a while now. They where murmuring how she was not about to give.. up.. she had come to far to call it quits.. Even here in the middle of no where.. she was not alone..
She looked back to the deaths.. for the 15th time probably and found some sort of new strength from them and managed to get her hand on another hand hold.. She was.. far up.. very far up.. As she slowly began to reach for the next handhold. She was not faltering but was fighting her own tiredness the whole way, she felt utterly and without a doubt completely drained... She had never felt this drained before.
This being said.. she had never felt so determined either.. She did not give up.. she could see the summit.. slowly and continuously.. left.. right.. left.. Her hands forced above one another.. gripped hand holds.. They forced her up.. farther up.. and closer to the top.. all though while reaching up one of them.. broke.. and she had to quickly find a new.. a new hand hold.. Her nostrils flaring and her mouth locked in a iron clad grip on the chain as she kept going.. going and getting closer to the summit.. Her eyes sliding closed but then fighting themselves back open.. She should have long ago succumb but she refused to.. She kept .. fighting fighting to complete what she had started.. she did not want to loose this.. She wanted to be victorious.. Which is what.. what forced her to keep going.. And keep working towards the goal she had set before herself. ..
"Cmon.. a little more.. cmon.. you mother fucker "..
Demonica growled at herself.. reaching for yet another hand hold her eyes open and her voice oddly muffled by the chain they where clenched on, her hands reaching for new hand holds.. While she was slowly forcing herself closer to the top.. Why?.. Well she was not about to give up and say.. fuck it.. she was going to keep going.. and complete this ordeal..
The top was much closer now.. this fueled her gave her more determination then ever.. she could even see the top.. it was not that far off. In fact she was almost done with all this fucking climbing.. she though back to what drove her to want to get stronger.. A question from deep in her mind..
"..Why do i want to be stronger?"
That was the question which sustained her right now.. that mentality was good .. and dandy but it was the mentality and this question this question that drove her hand forward reaching for the next hand hold. It was a question she was damned determined to answer.. A question that she would find out for herself.. This is why now she was slowly reaching up.. she was at the top.. but.. then.. something horrible happened.. She lost her grip.. lost her grip and fell a little ways before she smashing her palm into the cliff.. managed to stop herself from falling any further.
She was not giving up though not at all.. as slowly she forced her slow moving arm up.. and up.. her hand gripping a new hand hold.. Her eyes half open.. but slowly they where opening more and more.. she was not giving up.. she was going to finish it.. That's What she was going to do, she was not close to being done..
This is what drove her now.. drove her to slowly reach up.. and find another hand hold.. Her eyes stung with tears tears of frustration .. these tears of blood dripped down and stained the chain.. Stained it a dusty red.. as the question.. that fucking question. That question kept nagging at her like a overbearing parent who wanted to know how their child was doing grade wise.. It just would not ease up.. it demanded.. demanded to be answered.. Thats why she kept going ...
even though it was cold.. the cold which bit into her super hot skin like knives.. even though she had caused a small boulder field to form below her.. she kept going.. her hand reaching up.. slowly reaching up to grasp the next hand hold.. Grasp and continue.. repeat the process.. She kept going.. She was not going to stop as a harsh gust of wind blew past her causing the chains to rattle.. She gritted her teeth on the chain harder.. and continued.. her hand slowly reaching for the next hand hold.. she was not about to give up.. she was going to power through.. She knew what she was fighting for.. she wanted to see the answer of that question..
She wanted to finish and get stronger.. but she still had a long ways to go.. she knew it.. she knew this was only one of the hurdles.. But slowly she was there again.. her hand reached up.. the dark sky was above her.. her hand ..her fingers dug into the rock.. she slowly came into view pulling herself.. up from the cliff.. as her toes dug into .. dug into the rock.. slowly the hulking weight behind her coming into view.. and she did not stop.. she kept walking slowly.... slowly but determined to keep going. .. She was getting.. closer.. but there was still a ways to go..
But she kept going..
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Re: Training Thread Demonica:
Sat Dec 01, 2012 2:42 pm
Demonica now had began the walk again.. in the distance.. there was the faint glow of houses.. a few miles out.. she was half way.. to half way.. but she kept.. going.. her muscles straining under the chains.. and the sand at her feet digging down and affording little to no traction what so ever. Though it hardly mattered as she kept going, her hair.. her red blood red hair whipping around.. whipping around due to the wind. Her eyes looking at the town.. that is what.. Kept her going.. drove her to keep walking. .Her feet digging into the ground.. Her eyes focusing on the town.. thinking of the ones just like it that where killed because of that.. enemy..
It was this rage.. this rage which made her begin to put one foot in front of the other. She was not wanting much.. but she was going to complete this.. She saw cilivilization.. and she was planning to make it.. Her muscles where tired but she was not close to being done.. Yet now ..she slid her feet loosing traction as gravity did its work and she began.. again to fall her weight pulling her forward.. That question.. that question which was pulling her through this.. lost in the moment of weakness.. untill .. it took a minute.. But she was laying on the sand.. her mind black.. was she going to fail?.. Was she going to fail with the first part's end in sight?.. She didn't know until the images of what she was doing this for flashed through her mind.. Faster faster like it was in fast forward.
These fueled her to begin forcing herself up. her hand digging into the sands which had been there for who knows how long.. and saw who knows how many deaths.. How many tears shed on it how much blood had it eaten.. Who knew .. but she slowly forced herself to her knee's her eyes opening more again.. Slowly after she had begun to stand.. Stand and stand proud.. Her body shaking.. her body swaying the end was so close though.. and she was not about to give up yet. She was going to see this part to the end, as her knee's popped and grinded her right foot lifted up.. pain going through her body...it was like she was about to die .. But she slowly put her foot on the sand.. pulling forward those images going through her head again.
Now her other foot.. slowly slid forward.. it hit the sands.. and she began to walk forward forward.. more.. and forward faster.. She was not about to let this end.. without her getting her goal.. ..Come on get real
"HELL NO"
she murmured to herself, her feet dragging her toward the illuminating lights of the city.. the lights that where the beacon to the first.. ordeal being over.. She was so close to being done.. yet she was still miles from it.. though she kept walking .. even though she tottered once.. or twice.. she kept walking forward.. It seemed to be the only gear that she knew how to walk in: Forward not backwards not away but into. That was the only gear that she was going into right now.
So.. now as she gritted her teeth the chains slapped against her neck.. the images of all she had been through going through her mind.. Her body was at its limit but it was still going.. and kept going.. She was not about to give in. This was something she was going to complete even if it ended her.. She was not about to give up, not about to give up the thought of being able to get stronger to help others: So.. was this a wish.. or a fact., she was going to make it reality.. she was not going to stop.. demonica kept going..
Sliding on the sands though she tripped and slid down a slope before.. slowly she began to crawl towards her destination.. crawling but still moving forward... her eyes looking up at civilization, she was SO close.. which is why she kept crawling.. her teeth gripping the chain as.. she drug herself through the sand.. Her bloodied tears mixing with the white canvas which had eaten so many lives and dreams before.
Slowly though.. she began to straighten herself up.. crouching.. ..then walking.. she kept forcing herself forward.. even though her vision blurred from time to time.. it seemed that just before it was turning black.. it began to get clearer.. She kept walking.. her hair obscuring her eyes.. she did not really grasp the lights.. she focused on keeping keeping on.. while walking forward.. she slowly had begun.. to gain ground get closer.. she was getting much closer to this place.
Even though she now fell once.. more. and seemed to lay there for a slight amount of time.. eventually her hand jerked forward.. gripping the sand as she dragged herself and the weight.. forward her body still wanting to give out.. but she was crawling.. one hand after the other... She was getting.. closer to the destination that she had been working so hard to get too. So.. now her hands moved.. dragging her forward.. her left leg.. moving slightly.. slightly dragging a trail through the sands.. She was so close..
"Come on..What am i fighting to get stronger for"..
That question is what kept her going.. she slowly continued to crawl even though.. she thought there was no way she was going to be able.. to keep going deep down she knew she could keep going through shit this shit was nothing.. the pain of failing would be worse.. This is what kept her.. crawling.. she was crawling towards the lights.. ready.. to keep going.. ready.. to finish the first leg of the race..
She was getting closer as the moon illuminated her efforts her body was quitting slightly.. but her mind in determination she never knew she possessed kept playing the images of what drove her to this training.. over.. and over in her head.. She fed off them used them to keep moving.. despite her bodies condition she was moving still it was not the end. She was not .. going to give in to this shit..
"COME ON"..
"COME ON YOU FUCKER"
"COME ON YOU CAN DO IT"
she whispered to herself, in what usually would be a roar.. but it was.. enough it was enough.. As she kept crawling.. slowly picking up speed... she was crawling and barely doing that much.. Bet the lights where getting closer.. closer and closer.. She was so close to getting there but.. Yet so far away..
It was her determination and her mind which slowly coaxed her into standing again.. she slowly stood shaking.. nearly falling over again.. nearly succumbing to her body.. but.. she slowly in a feat of mental strength.. pushed through it. Her body was shaking like a leaf.. it was a wonder it was still standing.. but she did not stop.. she coughed once.. but.. she slowly forced herself forward.. her feet growing numb but she was not about to stop.. She kept walking towards the lights. . her right hand.. was reaching out.. reaching out for the lights.. as she kept walking she did not stop or falter.. no she kept walking whispering something to herself.. something too soft to hear.. but still loud enough for her to know what she was saying.
"..Come on.. we are almost there.."
This is what she was chanting.. forcing herself to keep walking forward.. keep going and keep getting closer to civilization.. it was the point of loosing the pain of giving up which drove her too.. Yes she should have collapsed long ago.. but she was not going to stop.. she was , training to get stronger.. and she was not about to give up.. or give into her pretty fears..
This is why she slowly kept walking , her feet dragging in the sand leaving tracks as she stumbled.. stumbled but kept walking.. walking closer and closer to the lights.. she was almost there.. she was so close to being there.. the outskirts was so close.. she could hear.. the sound of life.. the sound of people which where going and living their lives in oblivious serenity .. that was the sound which drove.. her in a final surge.. to keep walking..
She kept getting closer.. murmuring the same words over and over.. like it was going to help her get to her goal.. and in reality it was.. helping so much.. It helped her understand.. and she was not about to give up.. she had been walking for so long.. That there was no way in hell that she was going to give up.. She was 30 feet.. 30 feet from civilization.. then 10... then..
She made it..
It was this rage.. this rage which made her begin to put one foot in front of the other. She was not wanting much.. but she was going to complete this.. She saw cilivilization.. and she was planning to make it.. Her muscles where tired but she was not close to being done.. Yet now ..she slid her feet loosing traction as gravity did its work and she began.. again to fall her weight pulling her forward.. That question.. that question which was pulling her through this.. lost in the moment of weakness.. untill .. it took a minute.. But she was laying on the sand.. her mind black.. was she going to fail?.. Was she going to fail with the first part's end in sight?.. She didn't know until the images of what she was doing this for flashed through her mind.. Faster faster like it was in fast forward.
These fueled her to begin forcing herself up. her hand digging into the sands which had been there for who knows how long.. and saw who knows how many deaths.. How many tears shed on it how much blood had it eaten.. Who knew .. but she slowly forced herself to her knee's her eyes opening more again.. Slowly after she had begun to stand.. Stand and stand proud.. Her body shaking.. her body swaying the end was so close though.. and she was not about to give up yet. She was going to see this part to the end, as her knee's popped and grinded her right foot lifted up.. pain going through her body...it was like she was about to die .. But she slowly put her foot on the sand.. pulling forward those images going through her head again.
Now her other foot.. slowly slid forward.. it hit the sands.. and she began to walk forward forward.. more.. and forward faster.. She was not about to let this end.. without her getting her goal.. ..Come on get real
"HELL NO"
she murmured to herself, her feet dragging her toward the illuminating lights of the city.. the lights that where the beacon to the first.. ordeal being over.. She was so close to being done.. yet she was still miles from it.. though she kept walking .. even though she tottered once.. or twice.. she kept walking forward.. It seemed to be the only gear that she knew how to walk in: Forward not backwards not away but into. That was the only gear that she was going into right now.
So.. now as she gritted her teeth the chains slapped against her neck.. the images of all she had been through going through her mind.. Her body was at its limit but it was still going.. and kept going.. She was not about to give in. This was something she was going to complete even if it ended her.. She was not about to give up, not about to give up the thought of being able to get stronger to help others: So.. was this a wish.. or a fact., she was going to make it reality.. she was not going to stop.. demonica kept going..
Sliding on the sands though she tripped and slid down a slope before.. slowly she began to crawl towards her destination.. crawling but still moving forward... her eyes looking up at civilization, she was SO close.. which is why she kept crawling.. her teeth gripping the chain as.. she drug herself through the sand.. Her bloodied tears mixing with the white canvas which had eaten so many lives and dreams before.
Slowly though.. she began to straighten herself up.. crouching.. ..then walking.. she kept forcing herself forward.. even though her vision blurred from time to time.. it seemed that just before it was turning black.. it began to get clearer.. She kept walking.. her hair obscuring her eyes.. she did not really grasp the lights.. she focused on keeping keeping on.. while walking forward.. she slowly had begun.. to gain ground get closer.. she was getting much closer to this place.
Even though she now fell once.. more. and seemed to lay there for a slight amount of time.. eventually her hand jerked forward.. gripping the sand as she dragged herself and the weight.. forward her body still wanting to give out.. but she was crawling.. one hand after the other... She was getting.. closer to the destination that she had been working so hard to get too. So.. now her hands moved.. dragging her forward.. her left leg.. moving slightly.. slightly dragging a trail through the sands.. She was so close..
"Come on..What am i fighting to get stronger for"..
That question is what kept her going.. she slowly continued to crawl even though.. she thought there was no way she was going to be able.. to keep going deep down she knew she could keep going through shit this shit was nothing.. the pain of failing would be worse.. This is what kept her.. crawling.. she was crawling towards the lights.. ready.. to keep going.. ready.. to finish the first leg of the race..
She was getting closer as the moon illuminated her efforts her body was quitting slightly.. but her mind in determination she never knew she possessed kept playing the images of what drove her to this training.. over.. and over in her head.. She fed off them used them to keep moving.. despite her bodies condition she was moving still it was not the end. She was not .. going to give in to this shit..
"COME ON"..
"COME ON YOU FUCKER"
"COME ON YOU CAN DO IT"
she whispered to herself, in what usually would be a roar.. but it was.. enough it was enough.. As she kept crawling.. slowly picking up speed... she was crawling and barely doing that much.. Bet the lights where getting closer.. closer and closer.. She was so close to getting there but.. Yet so far away..
It was her determination and her mind which slowly coaxed her into standing again.. she slowly stood shaking.. nearly falling over again.. nearly succumbing to her body.. but.. she slowly in a feat of mental strength.. pushed through it. Her body was shaking like a leaf.. it was a wonder it was still standing.. but she did not stop.. she coughed once.. but.. she slowly forced herself forward.. her feet growing numb but she was not about to stop.. She kept walking towards the lights. . her right hand.. was reaching out.. reaching out for the lights.. as she kept walking she did not stop or falter.. no she kept walking whispering something to herself.. something too soft to hear.. but still loud enough for her to know what she was saying.
"..Come on.. we are almost there.."
This is what she was chanting.. forcing herself to keep walking forward.. keep going and keep getting closer to civilization.. it was the point of loosing the pain of giving up which drove her too.. Yes she should have collapsed long ago.. but she was not going to stop.. she was , training to get stronger.. and she was not about to give up.. or give into her pretty fears..
This is why she slowly kept walking , her feet dragging in the sand leaving tracks as she stumbled.. stumbled but kept walking.. walking closer and closer to the lights.. she was almost there.. she was so close to being there.. the outskirts was so close.. she could hear.. the sound of life.. the sound of people which where going and living their lives in oblivious serenity .. that was the sound which drove.. her in a final surge.. to keep walking..
She kept getting closer.. murmuring the same words over and over.. like it was going to help her get to her goal.. and in reality it was.. helping so much.. It helped her understand.. and she was not about to give up.. she had been walking for so long.. That there was no way in hell that she was going to give up.. She was 30 feet.. 30 feet from civilization.. then 10... then..
She made it..
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