#halaku

(eva - it/they | briar - any)

[KO-FI]

First art fight attack. NucaWinter's Halaku/Slayer Ushba! and her host Enola. u u

She walked confusedly through the streets of the city, like those souls who had once also followed her confusedly. People walked past her without noticing, as if she were a disembodied soul slipping through the gray streets. But she was not led by the smoke that was like flowing silk. There were no lights ahead for her to follow. She walked forward because the snaking streets of the city led her. She walked forward because she didn't want to stay in that place. The girl wrapped herself tighter in her old jacket and shivered. She remembered waking up in a dark, cold room. How it had frightened her. She knew it was better than the place she had come from. But she couldn't remember why. She looked at the road. The chaos going on there reminded her of her own thoughts. Memories, like cars, flashed their colorful sides as they whizzed past her. They drove slow enough to be noticed, but too fast to see details. The cars were changing each other, making it hard to concentrate on one thing at a time. It was just an image. A message. We are here. There are many of us. There are too many of us for you to realize us all at once. Suddenly a car pulled up beside her. It was different from the others. It had flames painted on the side. A man leaned out of the window and smiled at her. He, too, was different from the others. When she instinctively reached out to him with her mind, she felt a pleasant warmth. It was as if someone had lit a fireplace in deep winter. “I was already afraid I wouldn't find you.” his voice sounded as if a fluffy lazy cat had decided to speak lounging next to the fireplace, ”Let's get you somewhere safe.” She smiled, stepping closer to him. She liked the fire. “I think I like the warmth and don't like the cold,” the girl clumsily climbed into the car continuing to smile. She wasn't afraid of the stranger at all, for she knew she could run away. A new word suddenly appeared in her mind, “Nusku”. It must have been his first or last name. Maybe they had known each other before the Dark Room and now the memory was coming back to her. “I'll make it a couple degrees warmer then.” her new friend hummed in agreement, ”I don't like cold either. Especially cold rain. When the drops get on your nose…. it's torture.” he laughed softly. She didn't see what he did, but it did get warmer in the car. And the car started up.

If he chooses to reveal his Apocalyptic Form, he - surprisingly, is still rather unnoticeable unless he lets someone see him. If he is showing himself deliberately, or if someone is simply that perceptive, they could spot a pair of grey wings that look like they're made of razor blades, just a shade darker than the pale grey that his hair and skin turn to, while lighter grey or white mist seems to surround him, obscuring his exact forms and especially his face, while all sounds around him seem hushed.