Post by Horns on Jan 28, 2019 20:55:57 GMT -6
HORNS' PL: 32,000
ITEMS: HETAP COCOA | CANDY SENZU
Everything was quiet, far too quiet... Maybe that was why everything felt so wrong? To be honest, the young demon had no idea what to do anymore. A quiet sigh escaped Horns' fanged jaws, her hooven hands clenching with growing annoyance.Satan City. Badman was the name engraved in her memories in spite of the liberation of the capitol. Chamil's creation felt... conflicted. She hadn't done much of anything over the past weeks, the past months even. Horns felt lost. She knew she had a purpose, that her mother created her to go down a certain path. And she had to live up to her mother's expectations, she had to carry on the dark demon's torch even if she had fallen long ago. But... how? Was she even doing all this right?
Horns scampered from alley to alley. Her "evils" were more petty than anything else. She'd tried to meet up and reconcile with Mumbo and the new Stargoons, but even that seemed to be a dead end. Horns barely felt comfortable enough to approach the group, feeling somewhat ostracized. She wasn't her mom, after all. She wasn't even a proper Stargoon- the little star around her scarf was just a small memoir of what her mother was, and what she herself could have been.
So, for the past months after finally landing on Earth, Horns was more or less on her lonesome. Rumors about a strange, almost familiar goat-like figure had began to spread around the suburbs, calling back to another caprine who had taken over the city so long ago. Many were worried for good reason. Was the Yellow Stargoon alive in spite of everything, and back with a vendetta and burning vengeance? Not really.
Horns just folded her arms in a pout, taking off back to the sidestreets as screams rang out behind her. She'd just used her magic to replace the pepperoni in a pizza shop with snakes. Usually the screams and panic were amusing enough to cheer her up, but this time it didn't change her sour mood. She growled in anger, darting across the street on all fours. Some screamed as they felt something large and fuzzy brush by their legs, a few taking out their phones to try and take a picture of whatever darted by.
Their only response would be another bolt of magic that caused a collumn of sewage to spurt out of one of the grates like geyser, causing another panic. Horns scurried up a building with her tail lashing behind her, eventually perching atop an apartment a few blocks away from the scene she caused. The demon glanced back, mouth curled into a snarl.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUAUUUGHkK!!" She finally screamed in frustration, digging her nails into her horned head. The little demon seethed with rage, red sparks flying from her eyes and contorted jaws that mirrored her mother's infamous expression. What was she doing wrong?
OOC NOTES: IM NOT DEAD YET
OOC NOTES: IM NOT DEAD YET