In the ancient scrolls of Ninjago, a prophecy foretells the rise of a figure destined to bring about the downfall of the great city. A being of a hybrid, half-human/half-cat, infused with the celestial powers of the moon with a hidden past. Y/n is t...
In the heart of Ninjago city, where the neon lights cast flickering shadows across the bustling streets, stood a nightclub that the young, wild, and restless seek refuge to explore their deepest sins: the "Obsidian Oasis." It rose to power fairly quickly after the Great Devourer was destroyed by those tiresome ninja, that took ages for them to accomplish. Within the grand walls of this godforsaken nightclub lay a sight that truly defined its reputation. Upon entering, the air crackles with electricity, the Obsidian Oasis calling to lonely travelers on the sea of life like a siren, beckoning them into its embrace with forbidden pleasures and hedonistic delights.
The vibrant tapestry, adorned with shades of royal purple, icy blue, and rose pink swirling together like a kaleidoscope, produced an otherworldly glow. Shimmering gold accents added a touch of opulence to the decadent atmosphere, while Japanese-style wall arts gave exotic influences to the club, adding to its allure. Depicting mythical creatures and ethereal landscapes, that drew party-goers into the intoxicating embrace of the Oasis. The floors, mesmerizing mosaic of colors and patterns, shimmered beneath the feet of the revelers, mirroring the ebb and flow of the crowd.
In a perch high above the rest of the club stood a figure with a kitsune mask, with a (f/c) cloak covering them head to toe, casted in the shadows, their icy heart encapsulated by the aura of their dark charisma. Prowling the dimly lit corridors of the nightclub, their feline-like eyes ablaze with intensity, they seethed as a cloud of black surrounded them. Walking through doors that were opened by two tall, burly henchmen, who quickly closed the doors behind him before standing guard.
Y/n's Pov
Pissed was an understatement. I was simply infuriated; my blood ran so hot it rivaled the sweltering temperatures within the fire temple. I made eye contact with my right-hand man. He was of similar stature, petite with waist-length black hair with hot pink highlights, that was wild and silky, refusing to lay down. He wore a cropped purple kimono style top paired with black ripped shorts that were tight and hugged his waist. To top it all off some fishnets with some combat boots that matched his top I need a pair in (f/c) seriously. This dude was an S-Tier slut, that's for sure, but I hate to say it; he's the most capable person in my gang. I watch the boy strut his way around the blackjack table in the middle of the room, where a less than plausible amount of money was sitting. The boy let a small smirk make its way onto his face.
Juri:
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"THAT'S IT" I sneered at him, annoyed with his cocky attitude as if he didn't fuck up. I threw a kunai at the cocky little bastard and watch him skillfully avoid it with slight shock.
"WOAH there, you know it turns me on when you get rough, Mr.Kitty put the claws away" the Noirette cackled pulling the kunai from the wall behind him. He stuck his tongue out me with a giggle. "What the hell happened, Juri?" My voice cut through the room, sharp and demanding, as I averted my gaze to the stack of bills laid out before me. I removed my hood allowing my ears to be free. My ears twitched out of habit, and my tail was puffed up, reflecting my anger.
