An Indian, a Cannibal, and a load of Mexicans. (Sachin only)

///*Madame Eris Sange///*




Mexico city was . . . smelly. Smelly and arid and completely not what the Madame was used to. But, nothing rained on her childish parade—especially at this particular moment. The thrill of a hunt made her fingers tremble, but not so much so that she couldn’t focus on the task at hand. A slimy whip of crimson gold, a gentle flick of her wrist—thus releasing the concealed blade within her dress sleeve—and it was on. 5 men surrounded her. What had started out as her being a ‘poor lost woman’, turned into a manhunt—literally.


The blade sliced the largest man, but not so much so that it really affected him—But one little gash was enough for Eris to advance . . . With a dark chuckle, the woman launched forward with surprising speed, whipped around in a graceful spinning motion, and allowed the bloody whip that followed circle around her as well. With a flick of one hand, the blood advanced forward to attack its victim in a graceful display of murder;


The man sat back, disgusted as the old, dirty, almost brown colored blood washed over him, making him naturally feel dirty. This provided the distraction Eris needed to whip out her meat cleaver and carelessly start hacking at the other 4 men. They were astounded and terrified. A woman so tiny, a softly graced creature with a delicate brow didn’t seem capable of such horror. But there she was, killing them off one by one, letting her sick method sink into their blood stream and kill them off without hardly wasting a breath . . .


And when all was said and done, Madame Eris Sange plopped down in a puddle of her destruction and licked her knives clean. “Tell me why I was assigned to this barren wasteland they call ‘home’ . . . ? Was it so necessary . . . Their flesh probably tastes like Mexican shit and I despite Mexican food. “

Mumbling under her breath as she both couldn’t make skin dolls out of her victims, was fully fed and couldn’t butcher them, and that none of them really didn’t put up a fight, the ominous figure of the Wilted Rose began to saunter off into buildings and places, kicking stones as she occasionally hopped back onto cement and whatnot.

Seeing another building that struck her interest, one slender eyebrow raised in curiosity. More men. Oh joy.

“Now, now, my dears . . . Must we fight . . . ? I’ve already eaten and 5 are dead already—No need to bring more bloodshed. You all taste like shit anyway . . . “ One man dared to take a punch at her. Unable to feel pain really at all, Madame
Sange cocked both eyebrows upwards as if saying, ‘Did-you-seriously-just-try-that?’.

Moving her fingers ever so slightly, her two viles of dirty blood opened and poured out into a floating red glob in front of her and the few men. Spreading her fingers on both hands, the blood split off like strands from the original piece of thread. From there, each slithered out towards a man at a massively fast pace, hardly giving them time to think. Sauntering past the men, she clenched her fists behind her back and simply let a ghostly smirk pierce her ghastly features as she listened to them being choked to death by blood . . .


Seeing a desk in the room she’d entered, she shrugged one shoulder and went forward. There was no one there, but her senses easily smelled human . . . Or was it mutant . . . ?

“Come out, come out, wherever you are . . . We can play the game my way or no way at all, little piggy . . . “ She called out in a sing-song voice to the young man under the desk. Her tone wasn’t hostile, nor was it rude—Rather, it was a slip in her mindset, enabling her to be a bit more approachable now . . . Just for now, though . . .

"D'aww, you're just a kid . . . . ? Well, I'm just a woman. I have no family, I have no soulmate, and I don't really enjoy spending time with whatever I have. Mercy is hard to come by with me--But your terror is amusing." Grabbing the young teen by the shirt collar, she sat him up in the chair.

"I am Madame Eris Sange--I'm sure you've heard of my handywork in folklore . . . ?"

(Sorry its short--Im braindead -.-)