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Posted on April 3, 2015 at 02:17:23 AM by e d e n
how long will we blame the devils on our shoulders
I watch, amused almost, as the male begins to fall limp. I can almost see the muscles give out beneath his skin, the tension in his legs replaced with a relaxation almost akin to sleeping. It is a curious thing how these things connect. Still, it is a messy ordeal. It will not be long before somebody grows curious about the smell and he is... covered in evidence. Still, it is a wonder in itself to watch the way blood moves across fur and earth, swallowing up the scent of the season with the metallic burn. I have no question that Achlys is pleased with this, wherever she might be lingering. I know she is there, and I step aside with a long stride so that she might be able to better see the art before her.
I listen, then, as he speaks. I watch him with merely a neutral expression, curious about his claims. A god within him? What does a god taste like, I wonder? I could very well take a bite now. I am sure consuming the will of a god would be quite a delicacy. For now, though, it is probably best to let him keep this god of his. After all, it provides entertainment and indeed, his interests... align with my own. I cannot help but give the slightest hint of a smile at that, stepping forward to meet his stride.
"Death is freeing for those alive. Now, we are free from a burden."
The freedom of the weak is of little concern, really. It is freeing for them, I am sure, but it is more freeing for us. Now, the world will have one less mouth and body to tend to. I smirk, truly, when he clears his throat of bloodied saliva. It tastes old? I shake my head slowly, moving away and towards the body, sniffing at it wearily.
"It tastes weak, I am sure. Stale. Bitter."
Curious, I reach out to the warm body, finding the back of the neck where the flesh is flayed and sprawled out to the world. It is in an instant that my tongue lashes out, lapping at one of the bloodied gashes before I raise my head and retreat. I taste the blood then, mulling it over in my mouth like a bone. It is warm, still, but certainly it lacks... something. After several moments, I turn back to the boy. I am curious of him, certainly, but he has much to learn.
"Your mess. It needs to be cleaned up. Others will find this."
Perhaps I will help him, though it will be a difficult process. We will need to drag this body elsewhere. Solaris had said a river, a lake, somewhere waterlogged. We are not too far from the fields, or the valley, after all.