•°o.O Akako Akari O.o°•
"My fire is W I L D.
My rage is deep.
Feel my fury.
You really light me U P!"
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Space seemed to tear, the sound of fabric ripping. In a normal bar setting that would surprise a newcomer that was unfamiliar with this particular venues brand of guest. As the hole tore, fingers peeked out from the hollow, curling around the opening of the tear as if it was a door frame. Nails painted a deep crimson color could give a hint as to who would venture out into the familiar setting. A woman's leg clad in a black stiletto heel came out of the void and clicked when it touched the flooring beneath the tear. Another set of fingers followed on the opposing side, then the woman emerged from the hole.
Long, glossy, black hair was pulled back into a straight pony tail that sat at the nape of her neck. Wisps of black hair fell into her face contrasting against creamy white flesh. Bright red eyes blinked open as she lifted her head to peer up as her body straighten to her full height. Her eyes were framed in smoke, black and silver hues that make those red orbs seem deliciously demonic. The demoness wore a white pencil skirt that hugged her hips and came up to her waist where her button up was tucked in. Her top was loose fitting, a thin black material that was almost sheer. A hint of red behind the cloth could be seen giving hints of what the woman's intimate wear could look like. Just below her collar bone, above the curve of her breasts, sat a red pendant that glowed, a fire raging inside the jagged rock. A battle raged beneath the cracked surface. The demoness was on a short leash and the chains were coming undone, but none knew of what would, could happen when such a thing were to occur.
The woman reached a right hand to the valley between her breasts and pulled out a single cigarette and a ordinary zippo lighter. She balanced the filter between her lips and lifted both hand, lighter in her right, left hand cupping the space before the lighter. Click, click, click, and a spark appear lighting the end of her cancer stick orange. Puff, puff, and she exhaled a slow plume of smoke through parted lips. Her lungs felt alive again as she ventured further into the area and make a b-line to the bar. A drink. It had been a long while. She made herself scarce at the Malevolence and here... her master, boss rather, had neglected her and Akako was a woman that sought attention. Most women hated it, but at least she was honest. She didn't pretend to be something she wasn't.
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