Fae; Creation Witchling

Nymphadora was skipping through the grassy plains, her paint giving a radioactive like glow as her plating that held her paint in the shape of a giant blade was spinning around her body as she skipped through the dark night.○ "Oh, what a beautiful...wait what's that?" ○Nymphadora instantly ceased her graceful pace as of her large paint plate(sorry I forget what it's called xD), the glowing of the paint also stopped completely. Nymphadora shoving her giant paintbrush into the ground, cracking a bit. The seemly endless paint within a glassy handle was swirling about. Fixing her hat to a slant she peered over, placing her hand over her brow to squint for a better look. Seeing it was dark a orange glow from her orange paint was on her hands allowing to give her a better look. Which the orange flame would instantly ablaze giving her that sight yet not burning her hand or face in the matter of fact.○ "Hello? Who are you?" ○Nymphadora yelped afar hoping the woman could hear her.

Nymphadora swung her giant paintbrush as a mixture of a yellow and red paint arose. Flinging into the air and dropping onto the ground the thick paint ablazed and caught fire, yet seeming to not die out, the fire was scattered around the field infront of Nymphadora.○ "Time to paint a Master Piece~!" ○Nymphadora would then slam her paitn brush with the tip handle into the ground first as from the paint within the glass handle flowed to the ti pthat was dug underground. This would expell blue paint channelling and routing around Nymphadora's area for the mean time. Yet the brissles of the paintbrush seem to move slightly strangely seeming alive.○

Fire? From painting?

○Since blue paint was channeling around Nymphadora's position she could easily teleport from one place to the other since she was standing on the blue paint, yet this was unknown to Zita in the mean time. Nymphadora wanted to test this witch out and with her own abilities of paint aswell.○ "Raining Paint~!" ○Since the brissles of the giant paintbrush plunged into the ground, the brissles would then create a tunneling torndao of the sort which would spin upward channeling the endless amount of paint within the brush's handle. This paint would then reach the tip of the tornado as the raging winds would then instantly stop since all the pain needed was in the sky. Suddenly paint would the rain from the sky different colors were present. With colors falling and colliding with each other some colors began to well fuse together. As the blue and red paint would fuse together it would form a dark purple which would impact the ground or anything within it's path exploding releasing strange colored fire as of a clear liquid from the water present from receiving from the coulds since, they possess water vapors within that height.○ "Now to show you....~!" ○As other colors would form they would splatter on the ground floor, their abilities were absolutely unknown since different colors were everywhere. There were several different colors including green, brown, and orange. As the green paint impacted on the ground plant like vines would erupt stopping most of the chains, yet some of the chains would have been stopped by Nymphadora dodging most of the rest. The paint overwhelming the chains it captured they would be then coated in greenpaint aswell. In Nymphadora's hands were two large pastel sticks which was currently unknown to Zita. They could create images and objects(similar to chalkzone xD).○

○Since blue paint was near Nymphadora and was channeled through the cracks underground beneath Nymphadora. She would travel through this paint to dodge the incoming chain that Zita formed and would lash at her. Since there was alot of blue paint travelling through the blue paint would be easier and quicker than it would with less paint. As the locked chain would fly through were Nymphadora would have been yet traveled through the paint to a new spot. A purple tentacle would rise from the ground since paint rained all around the field and only the paint that was affected were the ones near the chains. Upon the purple paint touching the chain would instant decay and rather quickly since the size of the paint tentacle. the decaying would travel to the origin of the chain, which would be Zita. With the pastel's within Nympahorda's hands and her body and whereabouts unknown, she would lift her pastels through the blue paint which her body was within and fused with which was still underground and unknown. As the pastel's would leave a long black mark above the ground they would within seconds explode and rupture releasing dark energy slashes would then be released after the explosion which would be near and around Zita.○

○Quickly as the explosions came off she would defuse from the blue paint jumping on the rocks that would quickly fall from the pressure she placed on the rocks to quickly fall on the ground. As Nymphadora landed on the ground, upon lifting her head she noticed a thin and quickly shot beam that was coming from Zita's eye which was a bit late to save her blue paint which would'nt listen or move to Nymphadora's telekinetic comands she gave her paint, it just stood there like a dead body.○ "Damn....anyways there's always orange paint right?" ○Nymphadora flailed her arms to travel and point to Zita as a watery substance almost clear but held a hint of a orange hue to it moved quickly to her, which since it was a liquid and was traveling over the grassy field and considering it was dark out it would probably be very hard to notice in the night(hey you said it was dark xD). The liquid moved rather quickly which when it would reach a certain position infront or around Zita it would instantly ignite. Since the liquid would go in a circle around Zita it would ignite and probably burn her when the fire circle around her would ignite and close in on her, yet Nymphadora wasn't keeping her hopes that this would work. So she stood up holding her paintbrush.○

○Nymphadora was amazed and shocked from Zita's option of dodging the attack, not moving an inch it seemed as the chains bursted towards her, she quickly reacted and held her paintbrush infront of her which the chains would all be connected to the paintbrush yet some managed to escape the paintbrush's movements and bypass her body aswell, probably landing and capturing the ground behind Nymphadora maybe. With the chains and Nymphadora in a struggle to stab her, she would then lash her paintbrush as the plate of paint that always floated near her would spin rapidly clashing with the chains slowly cutting them down. Sparks would be seen as the plate's blade would clash with the chains cutting them.○ "...." ○Nymphadora was running slimmly out of options to do in this tight situation, yet she would then hold her pastel's in her hand and create a circle around her body which would create a black circle from her drawing her was coloring in on the ground as she held the paintbrush in the struggle in her other hand.○

○Nymphadora finished her circle below her, he grabbed her paintbrush with her two hands, wiggling to get it free, yet it looked to seem like it. Yet the total opposite. The paintbrush would then rotate grabbing all her chains spinning it around like a fork with pasta((alright no more food examples...)). From teh chains clumping together they would shatter instantly from a great raging tornado that would be created from the paintbrush which would then after shattering the chains to bits would then surrounf Nymphadora's body on a vertical axis. Each time a gravity orb smashed into the raging spinning wind it would loosen in strength and slowly drain to a smaller size everytime a orb hit. Slowing and condensing the tornado. After being beaten several times by the gravity orbs the tornado vanished, unlucky on Nymphadora's part, there were a few orbs left which pounding and clashed into her body sending her a good 30 feet behind her original position. Struglging to get up she did after a few minutes her paintbrush flew to her side and her plate instantly appeared at her side rotating her body. Nymphadora began to breathe heavy thinking this was a difficult battle to win.○ "Your a good challenger...." ○She fought to say struggling for breathe to even speak. She would then ram her paintbrush into the ground from the tip as the brissles poured paint like a water fountain.○

Damn, I wish I had my blue paint to make purple... ○Nymphadora thought to herself, seeing the chains filling the ground she yelped and jumped dodging the chains from under her.○ "This will be troublesome..." ○Nymphadora leaped onto her plate which would lift her somewhat off the ground from touching the chains. Her paintbrush would then release a foutain of brown paint which pounded the chains into the ground acting as rock, and also hardening like rock. Brown paint connected to Nymphadora's arms and reacted as tentacles of brown paint that also pounded the chains into the ground. This gave the chains a tougher chance of the chains moving to capture her. Yet she didn't know about touching the chains would result in all of them wrapping around her.○

○Nymphadora constantly struggled to move her body, feeling a bit embarressed for not seeing this attack to be made. Trying to move her paintbrush, her paint, her plating...it was useless. Like she was at the moment. Looking up to see Zita above her. She closed her eye's at let out a sigh.○ "Seems like it...rather of a tight one too..." ○Nymphadora told her.○

○Nymphadora wanted to answer Zita's question formally and politely than normal since Nymphadora was usually frusterated quickly and was always impatient (like myself). She smiled and answered Zita's question since she complimented on her abilities.○ "My names Nymphadora, or Tonks for short."

"I-I don't think so?" ○Nymphadora was a bit caught off gaurd of Zita's question and quickly shoot a question, later questioning herself if she was attributed to an animal at all.○

"..." ○Nymphadora was speakless as Zita sped off telling her to follow her.○ "Um, OK~?!" ○Nymphadora whipped the dirt from her as she landed on the ground, quickly sprouted up and began running in the direction Zita rushed into also. She suddenly stopped and remembered that she could travel via blue paint.○ "Dammit that's right~!" ○Nymphadora's body difussed into a bluish paint that would be absorbed into the ground as she would rush towards Zita while traveling in her paint using her yellow paint which sped the paint's movement rather quickly close to blinding speeds.○ "Zita I'm coming!"

○Nymphadora just appeared from her paint that was underneath the ground and sprouted like a broken hydrant. Nymphadora formed from the paint spraying like water, even looked like water from it absrobing water from underground. After Nymphadora's figure appeared the water blue paint disappeared from thin air. She turned her head and looked at Zita, then back at the darkness ahead of her.○ "Wh-what's this place?"

○Nymphadora's jaw dropped when she heard this place was dangerous, and the last part of Zit'a speech also continued to put her jaw on drop mode. Retracting she looked forward, gripping her paint brush a bit tighter than normal. Her paint plate was slowly spinning around her, as she walked forward about to step in the darkness infront of her, she then turned to Zita nodding her head in delight.○ "Alright let's go do this...."

"Ah, I don't think I can see in the dark except for my orange paint glowing light but since this place feeds and devours light voiding it useless, I'm not sure how to see souls..." ○Nymphadora, tightened on her paint brush a bit more, thinking something is going to attack us from noticing Zita's whispering.○

\"Um, alright....I\'ll give it a try.\" ○Nymphadora whispered, and closed her eye\'s, what was the difference even which her eye\'s open it was still pitch black. Yet she followed Zita\'s commands and closed her eye\'s focusing on her energy that made her power reality. Alright Tonks, focus...now...Nymphadora... ○A small voice was heard within Nymphadora, a small section in her mind, a cloudy pitch black section. I-I don\'t think that\'s it.... ○Nymphadora tried to knock the other voice from her mind out, trying to focus on her energy source. Feeling a tingle, and her spine feeling a slight chill, she would then open her eye\'s. Seeing pitch black, yet slight outlines slowly formed in her eye sight, slowly coming in view. She could barely see what everything was but her sight every minute became better and she was able to see the outlines of the place.○ \"Wait what am I...\" ○See saw the outlines of everything the houses, the sidewalks, but something was moving ahead of them....○ \"Wh-what\'s that Zita? Are those the dwellers of this place? Those soul things?\" ○Nymphadora whispered to her stuttering a few words of being shocked.○

"Right Zita..." ○Nymphadora felt a tad different when Zita called her an apprentice, yet she mustered her strength and lashed her paintbrush which tossed a wave of blazing fire, still a bit solid from the paint that the fire was made from. Nymphadora's paintbrush's brissle ignited yet didn't burn. Nymphadora would then create a sphere of fire around her, as it would then later be released as a attack upon the creatures if they dodged the fire attack.○

○Since the fire barrier around Nymphadora would release it would probably burn and block the incoming attacks. Yet she was unsure so she dipped her fingers in blue and red paint which she rubbed her fingers together as it would form purple, splashing the paint onto the dark ground it prospered into more purple paint would would lash at the boomerangs which they would instantly decay is disappear. As for the mouth of the creature it would probably be stopped by the flame which would also continue towards the others if not, then the purple paint would make more tentacle like figures to lash at the mouth also.○

○Nymphadora was a bit amazed at the creatures reaction to the one that got burnt, and seeing faint glowing orbs signifying their souls, amazed Nymphadora a bit more. Yet seeing the boomerangs cutting through the fire and heading straight towards her, she lifted her paintbrush which deflected the one incoming at her, yet not having enough time to block the other one. Nymphadora would merely lower her body and sweep her foot forward which angled her body into a low limbo appearance which she would then lift her body from this position rather quickly. Smacking the other boomerang that flew past her with her paintbrush bashing it into the ground. She would then quickly turn and placed her paintbrush into her side like a sword, and drew her pastel's out. Which she would flail in the air, thus created black lines which would be invisible to anyone else if they couldn't see in the dark but once these black lines came in contact with anything they would explode.○

○Nymphadora was amazed by the reaction and the quickness of the attack from the monster, yet caught off guard where it would appear, as soon as the rock around she shook from the boomerangs able to rip through. She tried to cartwheel backwards, which was somewhat successful, only dodging to one, however the other managed to cut Nymphadora's arms.○ "Damn..." ○As Nymphadora landed from succeeding in her cartwheel she grasped her injured arm, as her paintbrush spun in the air from her side, which create a tornado of the sort quickly. From this the glass handle of the brush released a green paint which flourished and overwhelmed the wind and flung to the top, and started to rain in drops of the green paint. From this the green paint would create vines and lash at the creature from multiple spots and position. If they would capture the create the vines would constrict and strangle the creature to death.○

○Nymphadora held her paintbrush up into the darkness as the barely noticed fainted glowing orbs floated eerily towards the paintbrush which would then be absorbed into the brush then into Nymphadora's being. She then looked at her cut still grasping it, then answered.○ "I-it's fine...Zita..." ○As Nymphadora left her hand from her arm, yellow paint was seen which speeds up anything including healing of cuts. She then looked at Nymphadora.○ "It'll take awhile for it too heal but, I'm a pocket full of wonders, now where to?" ○Nymphadora said as she placed her pastel's in her pocket and placed her paint brush to her side. Her plate still rotating around her body.○

"Yeah, right...." ○Nymphadora looked at the house on the demonic hill suddenly her head was quickly being flooded by the same noise that was whispering in her head merely 5 minutes ago.○ What is this....? ○The voice seemed to get louder and angry from Nymphadora's not acknowledging the voice, trying to get it away from her head. She gripped her sides one at her pocket where her pastel's here locationed. She walked like a stone unmoving her face except her legs forward trying to get the voice away from her.○

○Nymphadora looked and jumped back as the bug was sliced in two, and the soul floated towards Nymphadora. Yet suddenly after that second her trauma's disappeared and she heard more buzzing upon seeing more bugs the size of well Nymphadora, she ran then turned around lashing her pastel's in the air as black lines appeared and wildly lashed at the bugs which in contact would explode. Nymphadora would then make her plate surround her body which would consume her body in a tornado that would then lift Nymphadora high in the air, swirling her paint brush in the air, paint appeared from a swirly circle being created in the air.○ "What the hell are these things....I hate bugs~!"

○Nymphadora was thinking how to destroy them all in one hit, and it stumbled onto her, blowing up the area was her objective. Looking at the tornado it being strong, she knew this was her opportunity. Allowing the paint to rain from being swirled in the air, it would be sending electrical shocks through the air, the sound of the electricity buzzing would lower and interrupt the frequency of the sound waves the bug's wings were giving off. Nymphadora would then slam her hands together reopening as a large brown muddy substance was in her hands, she smiled deviously. Allowing the tornado to well release it's power it quickly expanded outwards like how a collapsing building as smoke arises and disperses throughout the area, this was what the raging high cutting wind was preforming. Nymphadora would then hover over the wind which maybe with a high chance capture the bugs within it's grasp. From this Nymphadora would then drop the mud substance as it would then spontaneously combust releasing a explosion, since there was a high amount of oxygen the fire from the explosion spread, and if the bugs were in the raging wind they would turn to ashes. If they somehow managed to get out of the wind in time, the fire would still extend as flares like the solar flares would protrude and wildly fly about and return to feed the flame within seconds or a minute the fire would disappear.○

○Nymphadora waved her brush as all 19 souls were captured within the brush and went to her soul count. She would then travel behind Zita. As the voics then reappeared more pleased this time with the more souls she had, yet turned more angery as she tried to ignore the voice.○ Leave me ALONE! she screamed in her mind stomping the ground she stepped on. Quickly rushing to follow Zita.○

○Nymphadora leaped literally when Zita spoekn caught off guard. quickly pulling herself back together.○ "I....well....um, I'm fine we are almost there...." ○Nymphadora rubbed her head as the voices lowered in her head, let one was repeatively speaking her name over the other low whispers.○ Nymphadora..... ○Attempting to shake the voices away she continued to walk towards the hill.○

○Nymphadora trailed behind Ztia as she suddenly stopped to see Zita facing a grand strange creature, She draw a pastel and her paint brush.○ "Zita any idea what it is? ○ Nymphadora was quite scared looking at this scary and strange looking creature.○

○Nymphadora looked around helplessly as the figure disappeared in front her of and Zita. Moving my head from the sides. She then, feels her body being distorted, her mind screaming from the voices. Instantly the creature's hair wrapped around firstly of her arms, pulling her backwards. Nymphadora tearing from the screaming, wanting it to stop, trying to step forward. Yet flung backwards from the hair being stronger. The white thread like hair enveloping her body strangling her body as well it seemed. Feeling the voices now burning inside her mind and skull with the screams. She gave out a loud screech, as the creature bit Nymphadora's neck. Feeling the hair release and disappear, Nymphadora collapsed to her knee's on the ground, her hand grabbing her neck, feeling herself about to pass out.○ "G-Get ou-out of mm-my.........." ○Nymphadora was indeed slurring her words, edging to stand up. She clenched the ground with her other hand pulling her weight up, she staggered and swayed to the side, yet still holding her neck, she looks at the creature, her eye sight slightly loosening from regular vision. She knew this creature was the source of her voices, and she needed to stop this, but how can see if it can move without being noticed. Pulling her paint brush out, a fire ignites on the brush.○

○Nymphadora tugged on her brush, as a black shield would appear made by Zita to protect from further damage from the hair and the brush. The end of the brush was still intact with the hair which Nymphadora would allow a flow of purple paint which fused with the orange for a burning poison of the sort, acid which would probably dissolve the hair enough to divide the hair from the brush. If not then Nymphadora would pull on the brush as the hair would bounce off of the brush from the black shield Zita produced. Nymphadora's eye's felt a tad sleepy periodically closing slowly and reopening, she didn't feel like herself anymore. Her name was now being screamed and said angrily in her head, which made her unbalanced and on the brink of tears. Holding the weak pouring tears back, Nymphadora lashed her paint brush into the ground as she would mold clay in her hands once again, she was trying to pull the same act as before. But if fire wouldn't work or any other element then the pressure and force of the explosion should do something right? Unless it was completely something different.○ "I think I have a plan....I'm going to reenact what I did the the bugs to this monster think it'll work?"

"I'm fi-fine.....let's just get rid of this monster..." ○Nymphadora swayed a bit to the side yet slowly pulled herself together, the voices were getting angrier and louder each time we attack the creature. Nymphadora took the quick chance when the paint brush spun and released a high energy tornado from the tip as Nymphadora would fly and be flung to the top of it. Holding the mold of clay in her hands. The tornado would instantly ignite yet not affecting Nymphadora in anyway. Dismissing the tornado would make it spread out greatly as the fire would ignite the air also spreading like a wildfire. Yet the attack wasn't finished the clay bomb was dropped seconds after the tornado spread out which would explode releasing more heat and fire. Even great amount of pressure from the force of the bomb exploding and from Zita's gravity magic within the tornado which would highly push the creature downwards even if the flames wouldn't affect it in anyway. The objective was to force the creature into the chains from the great amount of force and pressure which was great present.○

○The moment the creature was caught in the chains, a loud screech was filled through Nymphadora's mind. Making her clutch her head grasping and ripping her nails into her flesh. She fell the her knee's. her weapons also fell limply to the ground. Yet was caught and lifted by Zita's gravity.○ "○Instantly Nymphadora felt her body slowly drifting into pieces, into two separate beings. Yet her soul was drifting from her body it looked like. Within half a second it quickly retreated back to Nymphadora's body, her arms left her head and grasped the air around her since she was being carried in the air by gravity. Crying tears, the voices stopped instantly and vanished. She wasn't sure if they would return.○

○As Nymphadora looked at the house, her eye's instantly closed when she saw the jewel Zita grabbed. This made the voices return and scream at her, instantly cuts appeared over her body and arm's. This made Nymphadora scream loudly, as she hair flew wildly around her body, her soul was splitting. However it was unknown how at the moment. A clear faint glow was ripping away from Nymphadora's being. Suddenly the glow flew away spinning in various directions as it flew into the unknown darkness of the land. Nymphadora was nearly conscience and couldn't hear anything from her screaming ceasing. Her skin turned a light pale color. As Zita would quickly fly from the dark lands with Nymphadora, were she would later rest, it was unknown what happened would effect in anyway.○ I'm finally free..... ○The sentence rang in her mind and slowly faded away.○

"..." ○Without warning paint spewed from the ground. They consisted of orange and purple. As the purple flooded the ground it was acting wildly and making tendrils that lashed at the two. The orange paint was taking a different approach and evaporated within seconds and it's components resided in the air where it would then diffuse and spread the orange paint as a gas which will late ignite the air burning anything within a matter of seconds. However that was for later. The purple paint could also corrode and decay things within seconds also.○ "Your death shall please her..."

"Pity souls.....useless...." ○Nymphadora swung her paintbrush which would instantly ignite the fire in the air around her, from the great amount of evaporated orange paint in the area of Nymphadora, the metal would instantly melt yet some quite didn't quickly like the others which would have been easily evaded by a few back flips. From the flames around Nymphadora ignited they would be spread and rush towards the two genin as the other gas paint also ignited powering and strengthening the fire that was inches from burning them. As the purple paint slashed the twilight genin, certain spots where the paint touched her, the skin slowly turned black and burned away to the bone the skin and muscle was gone.○

○As the metal senbon flew at Nymphadora, she flung her paintbrush in front of her deflecting a few senbon after she recovered herself from back flipping the dodge the earlier move.○ ".....Die....." ○Suddenly the purple paint was being absorbed into Nymphadora as the purple paint lastly before it left decayed and turned the other senbon to dust. This was all done within less than thirty seconds. As the purple and orange paint leftover was absorbed into Nymphadora's being it would then be released as she raised her paint brush into the air as a jet of raging black wind erupted channeling yellow paint which was tainted by the black paint to take a uglier and more deadly appearance. As the jet of black wind disappeared a cloud appeared above Leiko which would release a barrage of a dark green electrical bolt which was made from the black and yellow fusing together to create a dark green color. This lighting bolt was powerful enough to turn whatever it came in contact with immediately turn to dust which would be no more of Leiko.○

"......." ○Nymphadora's black eye's showed no emotion for the horrible death that laid upon the two shinobi and had their life tragically taken away for lust of power of the tainted soul that placed a temporary mind control onto Nymphadora. As the flames of the field prospered and turned the entire field into a burning forest Nymphadora then turned around not caring what happened to the fire or the forest they were in. The two faintly glowing orbs that represented the souls of the fallen shinobi floated ghostly towards Nymphadora's paint brush as she left it still in the air. She then would then walk back to the manor to make it seem she never left and done this horrid deed. Yet her mindless self still having her abilities intact. She noticed someone powerful nearby. Turning her head scanning the area for the source. She then continued to walk to the manor of Zita.○