Disclaimer: Just repeating what’s floating around on Baidu. None of these are verified.
(Author’s Note: I wrote this because I’m worried about Syria and all the drums beating for war.)
The first thing the team sees when they reach the town are the dogs crowding around a body-shaped mound. They fight over black pieces of flesh, and scatter as the warriors approach.
(Author’s Note: This piece of flash fiction is part of a larger piece about several Claymore characters’ backstories. Since I haven’t seen writers talk about the entire Claymore recruiting process - it’s hinted briefly in canon - I decided to make up my own.)
Among us, we are the daughters of royalty, clergy and folk heroes. Some of us hunted lions when we were still free, or trekked the entire island barefoot and climbed Mount Zakol in the winter. Even more of us had young men (boys, really) who wept over our unexpected, permanent disappearances from our home villages.
I have no concrete links to the cosplayers except their names: Isley is cosplayed by 小轩 and Luceila by 月.
Behold Ophelia’s awesome power!
Radioactive green colourings by the_sun_is_up (LJ)