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[[OoC Intro!! Kyouko Hengei Age: 45 Sweeps Caste: Tyrian/Fuchsia Dersite Dreamer Witch of Blood causticCupid Born on Beforus, Kyouko was taken in by her ancestor under the presumption that her ancestor would raise her to be a proper empress. Unfortunately, this did not happen. Her early life was one of both growth and pain. She was taught to fight from her first molt. Drilled in different styles of combat, and in different weapons until she couldn't take any more every day. This lasted for sweeps, hidden from the people of Sadetis, who were told she was 'Deep in her studies' or 'shy and reclusive'. Once she reached proficiency with a multitude of weapons and combat styles, she was taken from Sadetis under the guise of going to spend time with other young heirs and heiresses. Something that had been kept from the public was the 'deal' Kyouko's lusus and her ancestor made. As a wiggler, her lusus, the Weaver-Squid, severed one of it's own tentacles to be implanted in Kyouko along her spine essentially warping and wrapping around it. This not only gave Kyouko a mental and telepathic bond with her lusus, but it also gave her unique attributes. Through certain means, she can temporarily take on the look of another. This alone would be devious enough. But the fusion of Horrorterror and Troll has made her into a biological horror of sorts. When she overdoses or injects a high-tier weapon vial from her modus, she doesn't pull out an object, she physically mutates. Her jaw splits open into terrifying, venomous black widow mandibles, or her arms sprout serrated, spider-like scythes made of hardened fuchsia flesh. She has since become a sort of political assassin for the Beforan empire and her own Lusus, to help bring highblood meals to her dear 'Mother'. Potential Trigger Warnings: Please note that this character delves into dark subjects often. Including, but not limited to: #Violence, #Gore, #FauxPolitics #Hemoism / #Casteism, #Mindcontrol, #EmotionalAbuse, #PsychologicalAbuse, #Isolation, #Coercion, and #Exploitation https://i.imgur.com/99Hwc8f.png #NSFW ]]

8><8ㅤਊne dਊes find ਊneself still breathing, a curiਊus state ਊf affairs, I ><ust cਊnfess. But the questiਊn that lingers, ><ਊst prਊfਊundly, is the price e><acted fਊr this cਊntinued e><istence. I dਊ belie><e the ledger ਊf ਊne's endea><ਊurs ><ust be cਊnsulted with cਊnsiderable gra><ity tਊ ascertain the true cਊst ਊf this persistence. It is, I dare say, a ><atter ਊf ><ਊst e><traਊrdinary cਊnte><platiਊn.ㅤ8><8

8><8ㅤਊne ><ust cਊnfess, this prਊfਊund desਊlatiਊn that has settled upਊn ><y ><ery being is ਊf a ><agnitude that defies articulatiਊn. It is a lਊneliness sਊ acute, sਊ all-encਊ><passing, that the ><ery wਊrds tਊ adequately cਊn><ey its depth appear tਊ ha><e abandਊned ><y le><icਊn. And yet, a><idst this ca><ernਊus e><ptiness, ਊne ਊbser><es a certain truth: whilst i><ple><ents ਊf cਊnflict ><ay indeed pਊssess a fਊr><idable, e><en terrifying, presence, they re><ain, at their cਊre, inert ਊbjects, de><ਊid ਊf the ><ery sentience and shared hu><anity that ><ight, perchance, alle><iate such a prਊfਊund absence. I dਊ belie><e the distinctiਊn, thਊugh stark, is ਊf cਊnsiderable i><pਊrt.ㅤ8><8

8><8ㅤਊne finds ਊneself cਊnte><plating, with a degree ਊf prਊfਊund curiਊsity, the ><ery essence ਊf what it ><ust be tਊ e><ist as a Fuchsia. Tਊ e><bਊdy the spirit ਊf a hu><ble trਊll, rather than a ><ere instru><ent ਊf war, cਊnfined tਊ its sheath until such a ><ਊ><ent as its utility is de><anded.ㅤ8><8

8><8ㅤAlas. ਊne ><ust cਊnfess, I find ><yself rather cਊnstrained by the stringent directi><es tਊ ><aintain an al><ਊst ਊstentatiਊus degree ਊf discretiਊn. It is, I dਊ belie><e, a frightful i><pਊsitiਊn upਊn ><y ><ਊst earnest inclinatiਊns, fਊr I harbਊur a ><ਊst prਊfਊund and burgeਊning desire tਊ engage ><ਊre inti><ately with each and e><ery ਊne ਊf yਊu. The present circu><stances, alas, dਊ present a ><ਊst unfਊrtunate i><pedi><ent tਊ such deeply held aspiratiਊns.ㅤ8><8

8><8ㅤPray tell, are thਊse indi><iduals a><ਊngst ਊur acquaintance whਊ are perpetually inclined tਊ pity ><y hu><ble ><issi><es in pursuit ਊf sਊ><e rather pallid arrange><ent? ਊne ><ust cਊnfess, I find the ><ery nਊtiਊn quite perple><ing.ㅤ8><8

8><8ㅤIt wਊuld appear that the e><igencies ਊf circu><stance shall sਊਊn necessitate a judiciਊus search fਊr fresh indi><iduals tਊ attend tਊ ><y needs. Fਊr thਊse ਊf a speculati><e dispਊsitiਊn, I ><ust i><press upਊn the>< this rather crucial stipulatiਊn: ਊne shall either pledge ਊneself tਊ a sਊle><n ><ਊw, a *geas* ਊf absਊlute fealty, ਊr indeed, face a ><ਊst final se><erance frਊ>< ><y ser><ice upਊn its cਊnclusiਊn.ㅤ8><8

8><8ㅤIt wਊuld appear, if ><y understanding ser><es ><e cਊrrectly, that ><ਊther had assu><ed the reins ਊf cਊ><><and. ਊne ><ust cਊnfess, she regards yਊu all as rather... unci><ilised indi><iduals, lacking in a certain backbਊne, shall we say. Hਊwe><er, I dਊ belie><e that this assess><ent, thਊugh perhaps blunt, is a shade ><ਊre charitable than the typically abys><al perceptiਊns that Hਊrrਊrtਊrrਊrs harbਊur fਊr their suppਊsed inferiਊrs. A faint gli><><er ਊf i><prਊ><e><ent, perhaps?ㅤ8><8

8><8ㅤਊne ><ust cਊnfess, a ><ਊst regrettable and persistent thru><><ing has taken up residence within the cਊnfines ਊf ><y cranial ><ault, causing a sensatiਊn ਊf prਊfਊund discਊ><fਊrt. I dਊ belie><e it is a ><ਊst unwelcਊ><e guest, this persistent ache, and I dare say it is ><aking a rather grie><ਊus i><pਊsitiਊn upਊn ><y faculties.ㅤ8><8

8><8ㅤI̵̞͔̟͑̒̽S̴̢̻͙̈́̒͝ T̸͖̫̪͛͠͝H̸̫͍̿͘͜Í̴̘̻͛͑S̵͉͓̟͆͘͝ R̴̢̼͍̿͋͛E̴͉͓̝͋̔̈́Ä̵̞̞́͑̐L̸̡͕̓̾͜L̸̡͙̞͆̕͝Y̴͔͚̘͛̀̕ W̸͚͚͉̽̐͘H̴̢͍̠͐̿͝E̴͙͕͊͑͜͝R̵͕͔̞̓͛̈́E̴̢͔͐͑̚͜ >≮̡͕̠̒̐͋Y̸̼͖͒̀͒ S̴͚͚̞̔̒͠C̵͉͙̪̓̈́I̴͖͕̙̐̿ਊ̸̝̙͉͊̿N̴͕̺̦̒̓́ S̸̢̡̞͒̀͘P̸̞̠͙͌͐͌È̸̞͕̦̓̕A̸̝̦̼͛́̕K̵̢̢͙̓̀͒S̵͙͇̘̚̚ W̸̻̦͍̔̾̈́I̵͍̞̞̓̓̔T̴̻̺̺͑̈́͝H̴̢͇̦̔͐̓ ਊ̴̝͔̓̀͛T̸̢̙͉̽̽͠H̴̝̟͚̿̓͠E̴̻͍̦̓̽R̵͖̝̻͊͘S̵̺͖̺͌̒̚?̸͚̺̀̚͜ D̵̡̫̠̾̓͒E̴̡͖̺̓͛́S̵͚͔͖͊̓́P̴̢̪͉̈́͘Ḯ̴̡͉͎̔͝C̴͖͕͔̈́̓̐A̵̘̦͔͛̓͛B̵̟͎̞̓̐̒L̴͚͉͊̀̀E̸̟̦͓̓͌̾.̸͓̟͙́͠͝ P̴͇̦̪͒̐̔A̴͉͍͇̓͑̽T̸͚͔͌͆͜H̵͚͙̞͛͘Ë̸̻͇͇́̈́͠T̸̼̟͎̔̈́̒I̵̠͎͚͛̚̚C̴̠̙̞̾͊͝.̵̪̠͒͊͐͜ N̸̞͕̈́̐͜͠ਊ̸̪͇͚͌̐Ń̵̟̼͉͛͝E̸̼̺͌͒͊ ਊ̵̠͔͇͒̐̐F̵͔̞̺̒̓̔ T̵̢͍̾̒̓H̴̝͚̠̔͝Í̸̦͙̓̀S̸͓̠̻̀͑ I̴̺͍̿̔̒S̵̟̝̟̀͐͝ W̴̙̝͐̿͜͝ਊ̵͙͖̙͋̐͝R̸͖̝̈́͋͠T̴̼͇͌̾̚͜H̴̘͔͍͒̔͐ T̵͉͖̦̔́̔A̵̼̼͔͐̒K̵͔̼͓̾͋̒I̸͕͍͍̓͌̕N̴̞̼̪̿̽̾G̴̠͓͔͛͊͠ P̴̞͖̝̽͐̐L̸̞̦̼̔̓͘A̵͙̙̙͐̔̿C̴͔͉̘̐͛͠E̴͕͕̝͛̀ I̴͉̠͎̒̽͒N̵̞̺͓̓̾͠ H̴̡͓̼̓͠͝E̴̘̘̓͒͜͝R̴̞̼̒͌͜͠T̸͉̘̒̈́͋R̵͚̿͛͜͝ਊ̵̻͉͚́͒͝L̴͓̘͌̈́͒͜L̸̺͓͚̓̿̒ T̵͙̺̞̈́͑͐H̸̝͙͚̾̿̓I̵͍̼͇͛͛̓N̸̦͇̽̚͠K̴̙͙͔͋̚͠P̴͇͖͕͌̀̚A̵̠͕̦͆͌̒Ń̵̦͉̘͊́.̸͔̪͇̽̿͐ㅤ8><8

8><8ㅤK̴͙͚͇̽͛͒Y̴̻̻̘͛͒͠ਊ̴͔͎̞͋̈́̈́U̸̢̻̪͒͋͆K̸̘͚̿͑́ਊ̸͔̙͋͆͝ W̸͇̺̻͆̐̚I̴̡͖͎̐͛͋L̸͙͊̀͜͜͝Ĺ̸͎̪́͘͜ R̵̡͒͛̚͜Ë̴͍̠͎́̔́T̵̡͓͚̐͆͝U̸̡͓͉̔̾͛R̵̢̘̒͝N̸̝̼̻̐̀̈́ Ä̵̢̦͙́͘͝T̴̝̼̿̓͆͜ S̵̟͉̪̿̈́͛ਊ̴͍͔̫̔̒>≮̡̢͇́͛̚E̸͓̼͔̐͘ P̴͖͙͍̓̔͝ਊ̴͔̦͕͊̽̚Ḯ̴͚͎̐̿N̵̢̠͔̓́͠T̵͔͎̞̓̓͋.̴̪̝͔͆͝ㅤ8><8

8><8ㅤW̸̡͓̺͆̽͝A̸͉̘̙͒̒͛I̴̪̠͉̕͝͠T̴̢̟͖̈́́.̴͍͉̦̓̓̀ H̸̢̢̟̓͝͝><̴͚̦̠̈́̾͘.̸͍̝̟͑͒̀ S̵͇͙̘͐̚͝Ë̵̢̪͔́̓̈́E̵͎͍͉̐̔́><̵̝͙͇͆͘S̴͊̓̿͜͜ Ì̵̡̼͙͐̔ ><̵̻͚͚̐͒͋I̵̫̝̺̓͑̕G̵̦͇̈́̾̚͜H̴̡̻͔͆̔T̴̢͚͉̈́̐͠ H̸̦̠͚̾̈́͠A̸̻̫͖̽͑͘>≮̻͉̠͛́̽E̴̟̫͚̔͑̚ Ḯ̸̢̻͖̐͝N̵̢̞̽̈́̾H̸̠͓̝̀͑̓A̸̞̞̝͆͋B̵͉̞̺͋́̽I̵̢̢͚͆̒͝T̵̢͉̟̓̒͠E̸͍͔͍̔̔͠D̴̦̠͍͒͝͝ H̸̡̦͇͒͑́È̸͓͚̔͜Ŕ̴͚͍̔̾͜ A̴̡̡̟̾͐͝S̸̡̠̞̾́͝ Ẃ̴̟͚͉͒̿E̴͙̦̦̔͘͘L̵͔̪̪̓̒͠L̸̢̺̺̈́̕.̸̘̘͍̓͛͐ㅤ8><8

8><8ㅤF̴̨̨̢̧̨̢̫͍͕͚͎̗̝̗̞̝̣͑̓̈́̑̈̾͐͂̚̕ਊ̸̨̢̣̗͖̹͔̼̖͌̍̿̈͌̂̎̑̏͝ͅਊ̵̛̭̙̖͈͙̙͙̆̈́̈́̔̀̐͗͂͊̀̈́͊̀͘Ĺ̸̨̡̳̲͉͉̱̮̯̞̠̞̠̑̔I̴̢̙̰͍̔̒͌͂͘S̷̮̝̣̹͎̊͌̓̐͑̊̒̆̀͠ͅH̵̤̥̝̯͂͑͒̈͛̀͝ ̷̞̫̩̰͓̬̼̥̭̺̺̹̬́̀̇͐̚͠ͅP̵̛̣͎̟̈́́͋̄́͊̿̈́̇̔̍̇̈́̕͘E̶͓͐̽̾̈́̒̄̓̏̀̀͂ਊ̵̨̢̧̫̫̟͉͇̳̹̣͈̰̄̐͗͐̒̑̍̇̈̆̋͂̈̕͘͝Ṉ̴̡͕̱̅̈́̊̈́̌̋Ś̵̬̣̙͉͐̇͂̕͝ ̸̛̰̝̙̯͓̼̩͖̪̲͈̈͑̌C̵͉͇̤̱̫̪̙͕̎͆̇͠ਊ̴̡̧̙̞͇͎̼͇̩͒̽><̷̢̡͍̀̆͋̅̋͊̊̑͌͂̿̊̔̚Ȩ̸̹̥̥̰̹̼͕̟͓̱̅̂͋̾̓̊̉́̇̆̀̅͜ͅ ̶̢̡̲͇̥̼͔̩̞͎̟̀͛̿͌̀̅͌̀͗̚F̵̡̛̞̘̰̖͓̠̟̤̜̓̾̐̈́̒͋̿̉̕͝͠ਊ̶̨̡̨̯̘̥̬͎̅̈́̏̂̒̀̈́̀̉̌̆̚̕͘͠R̸̤̼͔̯̮̞̱͑̑͛͑͆̄̌́̑͛̚̕T̸̛͔͇̫͙̦̠̤̝̈͗Ȟ̴͍̰̖̳̓͛͊̓͘͝͝ ̵̳͈͇͇̆́̋͗̎̒̒͘̚͘Ị̷͗͆̑̑͝Ṉ̸̨̤̤̪̺̪̬̫̍̄̀͌̂͆͊̄͒͘͜T̸͎̍̋̀̂͂̊̇̔̒́̇ਊ̸̰̺͚̝̹̐̍̀̍̌͌̎̊͐͛͊̀͝ ̴̨̳͖̟̘͔̘̘̩̞͍̳̳̟̗̥̂̇̈́̄̀̅̅̈́͒̂̉̄͑̅̚><̴̛̠̺͕̗̜̰͊̉̀͑̉̒͛̔̌̀̉̄͠ͅŸ̴̺̣̞̱̉̏̆͠͝ ̴̡̞̣̠̼̺͖̖̖̣̫̣̦̰̈͗͌͗̏́̓̚͘̕̚ͅC̸̡̫̺̞̠̳̤̣̰͎̣̖̯͛͜H̶͙͕̙͌̿͜Ę̶̨̧̞͍͓̙͉͇̱̘̰̼̬̠̞͑́̅̓̽L̷̻̜̐͛̍̅͊͆̆̚̚͜͝Ĩ̴̛͍̻̬̭̯͓͕͇͈͕̻͔̥̝̉̾̀͆̄̈́͂͗̿̾͗͛̊͠C̷̨̡̹͔͖͙͍̟͖̺͉̯̤̯̑͊͌͌͑̕͝Ę̴̢̠̪̗͇͖̺̩̱͕̼̪̥̘͒̊̆͗̾̽́̾R̴̡͈̙͈̣͉̘̎͆͛͘A̷̡͓̼̭̘̝͌̇͆̎͑͑͌͘͘͝͝ͅE̷̖͎͊͑́̐̓̒̒̎̄́̄̚̕͠ ̵̘͓̼̲̟͖̳̟̘̝͔̞͇̈́͐̀̽̏̀͘̕͠ͅĂ̵̧͙̝̰̘͔͚͑̂̓̐ͅN̸̨̡̨̧̟̫̱̜̹̰̹̟̳̘̳̙͓̎̄̇̌̃́͘Ḑ̷̢̧̦͔̳̜̱͒̎̃̾̐̍̑̏̆̇̃͗͝ ̸̘̠̬̜̏̒̍̆͂͝͝><̶̧̛͆̾̂̀̿͑̀̒͊̕͘͠E̸̻̫̲͉͓͊E̷͖̼̟̼̙̳̺̜͓̻̱̻̝̰̿̃̓́́̓͐͊͗͜͝ͅŢ̵̘̻̝͇̬̼̪̮́ ̴̢̟̱̩̲̲̠̩̼͖̱̌̅̾̆̒͒̅̾̒̔̃̃̄̈́͐͂Y̷̢̢̱̜͚͕̮̮͍̓̈́͆̐̈́̉̀̈́͋̀̾̀͝ਊ̶̢̪̠͕͍͖͈̣̠́͆Ư̸̧̞̫̜̖̞͔̤͔̥̗̮̳͑̆̾̉̈́͋̃̚Ṙ̶̨̺͈̣͈̺͓̭̠̟̖͇̭̪̑ ̴̧̗̭̾̊̈́̆̆̔͘D̴̢̥͉̙̟̝̬̦̼̥̣͖̻̬̥̻͛̅͜ਊ̵̨̛̉͑͒̌̑̅̄̾͂̀̅̎̔͛͝ਊ̶̬͓͎̪͙͖̦̖̭̟͗̔͂́́̐̄͒̿̽̂̀̃̃̊̀́><̷̳̥͖͚̮̰̘̇̑̌̆̉͊̈́̔͆̒͠.̷̡̛̗͔̮̠̪͕͈͍̗̤͍͖̰̱̟́̓́̍̾̃̚͜ㅤ8><8

8><8ㅤਊh, gਊਊd hea><ens. The ><ery *thਊught* ਊf engaging with thਊse pur><eyਊrs ਊf legal ><inutiae is enਊugh tਊ ><ake ਊne's ><ery sਊul recਊil. It appears tਊ be the appਊinted hਊur fਊr the sustenance ਊf ਊur dear ><atriarch, a task I dਊ belie><e ਊne ><ust undertake with as ><uch ><iਊlence as pਊssible. Thankfully the prey is already here.ㅤ8><8

8><8ㅤWਊuld ਊne find it agreeable, I dare say, tਊ pਊssess the facility fਊr directing inquiries untਊ ><e? I dਊ belie><e such an arrange><ent ><ight prਊ><e ><ਊst cਊnduci><e tਊ an e><change ਊf ideas, wਊuldn't ਊne agree?ㅤ8><8

8><8ㅤThe sensatiਊn ਊf sanguineਊus effer><escence upਊn ਊne's gustatਊry faculties presents a ><eritable tapestry ਊf nuanced sensatiਊns. It is, I dare say, a delicacy ਊf ><ਊst e><traਊrdinary depth, a ><eritable alche><ical ><ar><el that unfਊlds upਊn the palate with a cਊ><ple><ity that is, frankly, quite astਊnishing. The sheer layering ਊf its essence is, I dਊ belie><e, sਊ><ething tਊ be sa><ਊured, a ><ਊst peculiar yet undeniably fascinating e><perience. ਊne finds ਊneself, perhaps, cਊnte><plating the prਊfਊund ><ysteries ਊf sensatiਊn whilst partaking in this ><ਊst unusual, yet undeniably capti><ating, repast.ㅤ8><8

8><8ㅤThe ><ery act ਊf atte><pting tਊ partake in sustenance, a pursuit ਊne nਊr><ally anticipates with a degree ਊf pleasure, has becਊ><e, I dਊ belie><e, a ><ਊst e><traਊrdinary trial. ><y digits, alas, see>< tਊ ha><e undergਊne a ><ਊst peculiar transfਊr><atiਊn, beha><ing with all the delicate precisiਊn ਊf a pair ਊf shears, rendering the si><ple business ਊf raising ><ictuals tਊ ਊne's lips a frightfully awkward and, dare I say, rather undignified affair.ㅤ8><8

8><8ㅤThe last ਊf thਊse rather pਊtent cਊncਊctiਊns ਊne e><plਊyed ><ust ha><e pਊssessed a ><ਊst ><igਊrਊus efficacy. ><y flesh cਊntinues tਊ e><hibit a ><ਊst peculiar undulatiਊn at inter><ittent inter><als.ㅤ8><8

8><8ㅤI'><e a fleeting inclinatiਊn, I dare say, tਊ engage in the rather ><ਊdern pursuit ਊf capturing ਊne's ਊwn ><isage. It is a cਊncept that strikes ><e as sਊ><ewhat… nਊ><el, and I dਊ belie><e a s><all, perhaps al><ਊst i><perceptible, pਊrtiਊn ਊf ><y being harbਊurs a certain wistful curiਊsity as tਊ the appeal ਊf such self-pਊrtraits, alas, I a>< nਊt allਊwed.ㅤ8><8

8><8ㅤI dਊ trust that each and e><ery ਊne ਊf yਊu shall find yਊursel><es thਊrਊughly engrਊssed and quite pleased with this particular episਊde, which I gather is tਊ be set a><idst the salubriਊus surrਊundings ਊf a cਊastal lਊcale. ਊne hਊpes the narrati><e unfਊlds in a ><anner ><ਊst agreeable tਊ yਊur discerning sensibilities.ㅤ8><8

8><8ㅤIt is a la><entable state ਊf affairs, that any enduring attach><ent ਊr indeed, any scintilla ਊf a rਊ><antic ਊr platਊnic entangle><ent, re><ains, alas, a ><ਊst elusi><e phantas><, a ><ere fig><ent ਊf a hਊpeful i><aginatiਊn. ਊne dਊes sਊ yearn fਊr such agreeable cਊ><paniਊnship, I dare say, yet the prਊspect appears, at present, tਊ be frightfully distant.ㅤ8><8




