(A/N I'm working on a sketch of what Inkii looks like. I love supplementing my stories with drawings. Enjoy!)
Inkii, now filled with rage, stood glaring at the Shadowman from across the clearing. This was a being of pure hatred. There he stood, steeped in blood and misery, glaring right back at the girl half his size, but just as powerful as he. There they stood waging war with each other within their minds.
The Shadowman was lost to his daughter years ago, and Inkii was ready to end it all. The fighting. The war. The pain. Her eyes glowed, the deep purple backlit with raw magical power, and she set her jaw. “No more bloodshed, father,” the girl said with steel in her voice, “this war ends now. I will not let you hurt anyone else. I will not see anyone else die!”
Inkii raised her hands, the runes on her arms seemingly glowing with silver light as a warm wind lifted her dark hair from her shoulders. She sniffed, tears rolling down her cheeks, her eyes full of sorrow and rage. Floss. I'm on my way, dear friend. Today I will avenge you!
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Blackheart
Fantasy"Inkii, now filled with rage, stood glaring at the Shadowman from across the clearing. This was a being of pure hatred. There he stood, steeped in blood and misery, glaring right back at the girl half his size, but just as powerful as he. There they...
