Logs:Grisly Reminders
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| RL Date: 6 April, 2015 |
| Who: Edyis |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: After Edyis finds an unexpected gift she finds herself surprised by how she feels about her role in its creation. |
| Where: Candidate Barracks, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 16, Month 6, Turn 37 (Interval 10) Summer Morning |
| Mentions: Zadkiel/Mentions, Rone/Mentions, M'kris/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Feel free to edit, correct, and alter away! |
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| It was beautiful, beautiful and grisly all at once lying coiled there on her pillow; eerily reminiscent of the creature it came from, invoking instantly her memory of the hunt. She felt her stomach churn again at the phantom scent of copper, the ghostly weight of a knife that was no longer in her hand. Who could say why it bothered her, she had often observed dragons hunting in the feeding pens, had seen Lythronath hunt, and that too had evoked that uneasy feeling, bile rising in her throat. But this, was worse. Though, she struggled to understand with why. Because you actively chose to end a life. The words finally came. It wasn't as though she hadn't contemplated the idea of killing, of murder. If the ends justified the means, if it was for a great enough good. Weren't those the words she had in mind when she thought of those who needed to be removed from power? She thought of Rone, of M'kris, of her brother. Coiled there, still. Leather and teeth, evoking the memory of a writhing body going still, the sticky feel of ichor, the wet splotchy sounds as the hunter had used the brains for bait. Immediately she reached to yank the pillow up, intending to send the thing skittering into some dark place to be lost and forgotten never again to see the light... She hesitated. Her hand hovering above the pillow for an instant before she tugged on the leather instead; Delicately, touching only the intricately woven leather, studying the object more closely. Someone took the time and effort to make it; she realized. Someone thought it worth remembering enough to do so, and that in and of itself was something she couldn't disregard. It really was beautiful in a way she thought, noting the careful knotting to ensure each tooth remained in place. It was worth keeping. There would be more kills, worse kills to regret in the future anyway. |
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Alida (21:37, 8 April 2015 (EDT)) said...
I can hear Alida commenting, as if she were a fly on the wall: "First kills are the worst, especially human ones. If you don't feel anything - or feel good about it - you're one fucked-up puppy."
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