voluptuous-mist:

Send me a sentence for my muse's reaction

    Shura turned to the boy that she was—-
                                                  used to mentor, and gave him a blank look,
                                                  dark blood dripping down the demon blade.

                            Demon blade it was named for a reason. 

        “   Whats with that weak-ass attitude, hybrid.   ” 
             the woman said, her voice deep and hollow. 

         “   Do I have to repeat myself?   ”
              she swung her blade once, to the side,
              allowing the thick substance to fly off the
              sleek metal, leaving a trail of blood splatters
              across the ground.

         “   Get yer pathetic ass out of here,
              before I drive my sword through yer heart;
              I never wanna see something so pathetic again.   ” 
              with that, she turned on her heel, walking
              away from the boy, stepping on top of the
              large demon she had just slayed and
              walking across it, as if not seeing it in her path.