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Posted on August 2, 2014 at 12:05:34 PM by e d e n
how long will we blame the devils on our shoulders
Even the most poetic days, it seems, must come to a stop. It is that short scream that catches my attention, though I turn only a single ear lazily towards it. It is a sound I know well, after all, and is of no threat to I. Rabbits lose their life constantly - it is mystery how they intend to survive so long. Such a waste to spend their lives nurturing children so that they may die young, or at least it would be if their deaths did not benefit me so greatly. I would not think any more of it, though that muffled bark forces me to do so. Who calls for me? I did not intend to summon any others here this day. So be it: they have broken the beauty of this day already, tainting the air with sounds and blood.
I take my time, however, to lift my head finally to glance towards my summoner. She is one distinctively easy to recognize, though perhaps she has gotten larger since the last time I had seen her squirming beneath that heinous creature, Devil May Cry. I had the privilege of tasting his flesh that day - he is another that should be released from this world. Weak, old, a mind hazier than the depths of Iromar is of no loss to this world. Every creature here would benefit from the loss, after all - even that rabbit that sat between her paws. I cannot help but wear a half-smirk, my curiosity piqued as to why I have caught her attention. Has she come to thank me? I do not need her thanks. I do not want it, either.
"Quam inexspectata"
How unexpected. I speak simplistically as I rise then, the sand falling from my fur as I step forward towards her. I do not intend to get close, though I would like to at least be able to speak without risk of my words blowing downwind to undesirable ears. I glance down to her then, my eyes roaming over her in search of Devil's marks, though it seems she has healed well. Her scars are, at least, covered in fur I suppose. It is when I move to speak that another bursts into our meeting, a girl so small and young. I have been too focused on the other. I did not hear her foot steps and I step aside in retaliation to her abrupt entry, my ears flattening back as I shift my attention to her. I do not have time to think before her mouth moves, a myriad of words spilling out. I suppose I am lucky to have been raised along both languages, otherwise I may have missed words. Still, it is... frustrating. Too many words. I remain composed however, mirroring a grin back as I speak.
"How rude. All these questions: you answer them first."
In some small way, I suppose, the poetry has remained. I stand here with a girl who will lose her family in due time, and I stand here with a stranger who knows nothing of where she stands. I am the edge of this coin, and I wonder which side I shall land upon this day. For now, I am content to allow them both their small pleasures. I shall allow the Diveen girl to summon me just as I will allow this younger girl to continue speaking, wriggling about with that smile. We will play, yes.
"What games do you... play, Ravenna?"