[center][color=ed145b][h3]~Cerise~[/h3][/color][/center]

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Ah~

Such a...crude lot, they were. None of them had a hint of elegance or class to their Cowls and Crowns. Unfortunate. Ah well, nothing she could do about it really, and she expected it. Many of them likely weren't going to be up to her standards. Not that it would matter if they were. She'd care about them just about as much as the rest...though they'd be more tolerable to keep around and she might actually decide not to use them as cannon fodder if the situation arose.

[color=ed145b]"Fire, hmm?"[/color]Cerise chuckled. Before she could make a rebuttal though, he was already leaving. It vaguely sounded like a threat...and she didn't take kindly to such things.

Such a shame fire could so easily be snuffed out...pitiable, really.

She cast a glance over to Yui and the others as they started leaving. Hm...she oh so did want to see those unsightly beasts killed by her own hand, yet...and [i]something[/i] in the back of her head was screaming for blood...but why should she have to stain her hands so directly, when they were so eager? Besides, if something happened that would be less fools for her to deal with and chances were the tyrant would easily.

[color=ed145b]"You all go on ahead, hm? If not hunt...then trap them like scared rabbits, heh"[/color] She said to the ones remaining. [color=ed145b]"I'll stay here...as our ever so tactful friend suggested."[/color] Despite the complimenting words, the tone of her voice indicated nothing but sarcasm and disdain for Yui. [color=ed145b]"If you have trouble with something...bring them back over here - I'll make quick work of them, and no, I'm not just saying that to boost my own ego. Its the truth."[/color] With that, Cerise turned back to the entrance of the underground. Whether someone else decided to stay behind or not, or even if they decided to flee back here if they came across a tyrant they were having trouble with she would go through with her little plan.

A green vine grew from her left shoulder twisting and covering her arm, sharp thorns pierced the flesh and tightened around the appendage, blood seeping from the spaces in the vines and dripping onto the earth. It writhed and twisted, contorting as several large thorns completely impaled themselves on her arm and flaying the flesh as several important arteries in her arm were severed. The vines opened, a pool of her own blood forming at her feet.

[color=ed145b]"Now...lets see, I wonder what a lovely garden I can make."[/color] The redhead proceeded to walk around the immediate grounds, planting the sanguine seeds over the ground.