[b]Injimo![/b]

A girl walks alone through a deep, dark forest.

"... Sayanastia?"

[b]Sayanastia![/b]

"So, this is because you like her, right?" said Cair as she did the Dark Dragon's makeup.
"Hardly," smirked Sayanastia. "Though I am surprised you do not understand. You are also an immortal, are you not?"
"Not in any way I'd admit to," said Cair shiftily.
"Of course," said Sayanastia. "Well, consider - there are no physical wounds we could do to each other that matter. This has been firmly established at this point."
"What about her arm?"
"That was an offering not an injury, though I did not realize at the time," said Sayanastia. "Which goes to further my point. The point is that she, the Hero and I have been locked in a struggle of wills since the dawn of time - a struggle that I have finally conceded in. Perhaps I was simply the weakest of us three, and thus was first to flinch - but if I flatter myself, I can say I was the first to acknowledge reality."
"Which is?"
"Once I beheld a fish," said the Dark Dragon. "Orange and shy, fat and squirming at the base of its pond. A pet thing, a play thing, a meal waiting to happen. I despised it, but I despised more the creature that would devour it and continue to sin against my restful slumber. So I cursed it with strength and power that far belied its size while allowing it to keep its appearance, and without second thought moved on in my trail of destruction.

"I only learned later that when Princess Heron had encountered the fish she spent over a week trying to catch it. She broke a dozen fishing rods, three fingers, and in a fit of rage even the filter of reality above her. Thrice she swore it off as a worthless insect, and thrice she came back to it to test her might again. She never did capture that cursed fish, but the knowledge of it has grated her forever. Of all her enormous trophy gallery, there will ever be a single missing entry. It is the most harm I have ever done her."
"So that's where you're at with Civelia?" asked Cair.
"I am not the only one who has spent millennia denying the truth," said Sayanatia, rising.

She was Princess Heron, wearing a battlegown forged from the scales of her defeated nemesis. A cascading cloak of black scales, as smooth and sharp as midnight, rises from the floor up her back until it melds seamlessly with long black hair. A shoulderless silken black dress is held in place by a dragonbone corset, and a long V-cut along the right thigh reveals a leg wrapped with belts containing endless green poisons. From the depths of a necromancer's eye shadow, faint flecks of glitter shine like stars in the void. When dark eyes open then they shine just as deep and dark.

Heron dressed as Sayanastia. Her own corpse on her enemy's skin. Her own heart beneath her enemy's bone. Hero and villain blurring together until the barrier between them ruptured. 

Oh, this was going to be fun.

[b]Injimo![/b]

"Hello? Is anyone there?"
...
":<"