Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20160528164845/@comment-29458028-20160604152319

"Sit back, and watch a miracle. You have no idea what I really am" laughed Amarie, before she coughed up blood and fainted, her blood all flowing out of her body, as her breathing slowed. If her heartbeat was checked, Amarie was probably clinically dead. Yet the petals formed of her blood spiralled into the air, compressing, crashing and fusing. More and more petals appeared out of the air around Amarie, adding themselves to the swirling maelstrom of petals that formed above Amarie's corpse.

The ball of petals expanded larger and larger, till it was large enough to fit a person inside, before it started to shrink and twist, contorting into a vaguely human shape. A female shape, as it continued to move and weave, twisting again and again, as if it was forging something. Perhaps it was some sort of last message, as the core of the petals began to glow where the heart of a woman would be. Then the core began to pulse like a hearbeat. This was followed by a sudden compression, and explosion of petals.

The petals parted to reveal Amarie standing in her exact same clothing, completely unscathed, standing on a platform of her own razor petals. As she descended to the ground, Amarie did a regal twirl, her hair flowing in a circular pattern around her body, as her old body broke into a million razor petals, and flowed into her sleeve, like she was collecting her razor petals in it. She stepped onto the ground and smiled.

"I can cheat death once a day. This is my greatest power. Like a flower dies every winter, only to be reborn in spring" said Amarie, as she held out her hand in front of Casimir...