-Certitude.
Toujours pas de réaction du grand, hein? Apathique et lent, en dépit d'avoir un brise-jour qui se charge à pleine force. Probablement pensé à elle un peu plus qu'une fourmi à être écrasée. Naïf idiot d'une créature... n'avait même pas réalisé ce que c'était, n'est-ce pas? C'était bien, elle allait bientôt mettre fin à son existence disgracieuse. Il leva son poing d'une manière assez apathique, avant de le frapper dans le sol assez dur pour que la terre même sous ses pieds se hisser et catapulter sa tête d'abord vers le Tyrant lui-même.
Eh bien, facilitez les choses pour elle pourquoi pas vous? Cerise et Versomme ne voulaient qu'une seule chose. Pour se régaler de cette créature et mettre fin à son existence pitoyable. Juste un autre tremplin sur le chemin qu'elle avait décidé de marcher.
Une vigne poussait à partir de la masse qui était enveloppée autour de son bras gauche, se dirigeant vers le Tyrant comme elle se trouvait dans la gamme de ses vignes. Contrairement à ses précédentes, cependant, celle-ci était plus épaisse. C'était au moins la taille d'un cou de personnes et il semblait qu'il serait au moins plus difficile de déchirer ou de couper et les épines déchiquetées poussant sur elle signifiait toucher il allait couper la plupart des choses charnues avec facilité. A la fin de cette vigne, quelque chose qui rappelait un flirt veineux se développait. La plante était de la taille d'une tête humaine adulte et également couverte de pics aigus au cas où quelqu'un essayait de la toucher. La bouche de celui-ci était ce que l'on pouvait s'attendre. Les dents comme les protrusions grinçaient d'une manière vicieuse alors qu'un courant de jus digestifs acides tombait de sa bouche.
Comme une sorte de serpent volant, la vigne a tiré dans l'air visant à se verrouiller sur le cou des créatures squelettiques et commencer le processus de dévorer. Dans sa main droite, elle préparait l'épée qui était sa Couronne et la tenait en avant.
"Hmph. I'm a selfish person. Hate me all you will, but I don't do this to save people. I'm the only one that should be on top at the end of the day and if you degenerates can't cut it...well, that's not my problem."
Name and Epitaph: Cerise, The Conceited Flower

"I could care less for you fools, as long as I'm the one on top. Even if it means I'm the last one standing."
Cerise, by nature is a very conceited, selfish and fairly arrogant person. She wants to simply be the best at everything. Powerful, money, influence, servants - all of it. She wants all the so called 'earthly desires' and if she's really feeling arrogant 'perfection' is in her goals. She cares not who she has to step on to achieve these goals either.


The beast thrashed about on the surface - it wasn't far from them, oh no. In fact it was likely within a mile or so. The other humans powerless as they were fled in fear in the opposite direction. Most likely wouldn't blame them - they weren't daybreakers. Scavengers. She had managed to convince them to let her come with them. She wanted to see these Tyrants with her own eyes before she decided to do this.
Pitiable fools, the lot of them. To let such a creature frighten them. Oh certainly it was loud and dangerous...but that was all. They were disgusting, vile creatures that held no place in a world free of such filth. Unlike the other humans, she held her ground and didn't even flinch when the creature gazed in the direction of the fleeing humans. She simply calmly turned around and started laughing, the other humans giving her a bit of a wide berth as they ran in the direction of the safest haven.
Once relatively safe, the others were panting and making sure everyone else was okay. She, though? She simply kept walking. She didn't have time to waste on those cowardly fools. Disgusting, the lot of them. She sighed as she continued to walk back underground. One though, had the audacity to give her quite the odd look, as if questioning her laughing.
"Hm?" She chuckled with a confident smirk. "What, was I supposed to soil my pants and run and terror like the rest of you layabouts?" This earned a decidedly justifiable frown from the man. "Unlike you degenerates, I wouldn't have died even if it had caught us. If worse came to worse, I'd have just used you all as bait. So be glad that didn't happen." Needless to say, this didn't go over very well with the other scavengers but she didn't care.
Tyrants? Pfft, please. They weren't scary. And she was going to prove that, and wipe their filth off the earth.



Same red hair, for now. Bright green eyes and for the most part the dress appears as above.