Escape, escape,
from this sorrowful fate.
You are not a Flower of Hell.
In that kind of place
Don't bloom there, don't bloom there
Don't let them ensnare you.
Shards of time fly by without a sound.
YLVA
The Lone(she)wolfWhere: At the Syndicate base, mansion
With who: Kyojin
Wearing: A red sweater, torn blue jeans, a black coat, and green knitted cap
Listening to: --
Health: Good
Ylva looked at Kyojin. Usually, she would have been scared, but she believed that this would work. It had to. She looked down, taking a deep breathe.
"Or else..." She raised her hands above her head.
"...This!" She moved down the arms fast, making a loud snapping sound with her fingers.
In the next moment, her entire body were engulfed in flames. Her skin like burning coal, and her hair like a flickering bonfire. Another thing that was notable, was that despite all the flames, nothing around her were caught on fire, as she had noticed that she had more control over what to burn than when she used her regular fireattacks (which she realized when one of the cats accidentelly fell into her lap, and it didn't get burned). But, she had also noticed that this form made her tired faster, so she hoped that this would work.
She looked at Kyojin with fiery eyes, as she dashed towards her. She wasn't gonna kill her, only (hopefully) scare her out of the way of the door, so that she could try and get out.
Fly away, fly away,
from the wheels of fate.
You are not a Flower of Hell.
In that kind of place,
don't scatter your petals, don't scatter your petals,
and don't sow your seeds.
Everchanging karma spreads its seeds once more.
((Out Of Coffee: ))