Naga Tord x Reader

Naga Tord x Reader

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((reader is genderless)) A hiss in your ear, the green smoke engulfing your body of it's entirety. Waking up you couldn't see very well, well, you never really did. But your eyes weren't playing tricks when a red tail slammed you against the floor on a panic. A low growl, whoever it's belonging too stared down at you. Their eyes a slit and almost wolf like stare. ---- Containments that should be mentioned ------- Characters are over 20 since there will be no doubt to having sin in here I might as well make it legal. Vulgar Language is used, if your Christian nine year old brains cannot handle such words, refrain from reading as it is 18+ anyhow.
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They used my vulnerability against me. They used that weapon, to make me accept their stupid idea. And I of course, accepted it, I didn't even know what they were going to do. They tugged and poked and even shoved their disgusting finger in your wound, just to see you cry. To see you change. No pitty in their eyes. They just continue. They drag you around with metal chains, hit you and turn you into a experiment. But I had enough of the tugging, the clawing, the moaning, the crying and pleading for them to stop, but simply feeding them with our pain. They turned me into something, that neither do they know what I am. Their afraid of me, of my reflexes, my strength. I killed a lot of them. They say I have a cold heart, that I don't feel nothing. That's why they call me: Death -----------------------------------------************************************--------------------------------------------- Death. A teen girl, pitch black hair, black eyes, white skin. Her height is 5'8. People are scared of her, not just because of her strength but because of they way she kills. She lived in this hell hole, where they take her to rooms. Examine. Fight. She knows she won't be able to entertain them for long. She decides to run. Soul. Brown hair as mud, blue eyes as the sky. Hight 6'2. Tanned and toned body. Death's best friend in the hell hole they're in, he's as cold as she is. But shows a bit of sympathy. Well... More than her at least. He's been there for her, ever since she entered this place of crap. They're the two most feared. As some people say, they're a perfect couple. Killing. Fighting. Cold hearted creatures. Also known as D and S. Why? That's what your going to find out, joining this adventure with D and S.

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