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demon_pachabel

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PostPosted: Sun Dec 02, 2012 9:21 am


The First to Go - GORE



Some things were meant to be hunted, and Shehk had always been a hunter. Skoll and Hati had stayed in that evening while Shehk had taken the Canis Major out for a run through the trees - and the pain in her stomach had started up again. No, Medea had said they could fix this - make it go away. She'd thought 'soon'. She would take care of it when she got back.

But every instinct she had suddenly flew after sudden movement off to one side - something in her brain yelled STOP!!!! - but not before she suddenly threw herself onto the moving creature, teeth seeking out whatever throat she could despite the yelps of protest. The yelps cut short as Shehk readily pulled her teeth away from the throat of the creature that now laid dead between her paws.

Helvetica. The Canis Pricolici's chest was stained with blood from Shehk's sudden assalt, and for a brief moment, Shehk stared in horror. Then the hunger returned and she began to put her accidental slaughter of her pet into her belly, feeding into a void that shouldn't have existed. She knew it shouldn't have existed, and even the devouring of her pack member didn't make it feel better. The hunger returned even after the pricolici had reduced the canis major to fur and bones.

More movement, Shehk's head turned towards it as well. The horrible symphony played and played again, it seemed. Yet every time a canis fell to her jaws, it didn't feel like enough. There was still an emptiness that ate at her - something resembling guilt. But the guilt was easily overpowered. She'd only devoured a few of her pack when the rest had fled out into the night - unwilling to return as prey to their alpha's jaws. Being freed was likely better for them than being in the care of Shehk.

But they would be more fortunate than the two remaining at home. Shehk's return was first met with excitement by Hati - and then a sudden bristle of horror had come over both of the Celestial Wolves' bodies, their posture rigid, suspicious. Skoll snarled. Shehk gave them both a long look, settling into her desk chair as she watched the pair cowering from her across the room. Considering.

Would they go free for their own safety? Could she let them go? Would Hati be able to survive with just Skoll taking care of her? No. No, they would never survive without her. She had tame them - they had learned to survive as long as she let them - and she couldn't let them anymore. It was a strange realization, settling into her gut far too easily as she fished into her desk, pulling out a familiar hand carved knife. Obsidian blade, bone carved handle - the one she'd made for Jericho. She took a minute with it, running her finger down the sharp edge of the blade, wincing when it cut through her skin and drew a few lines of the thick bioluminescent fluid that pumped through her veins like mud.

Then she looked up to her loyal pets. Her heart seemed to twist in her, sending a pang of a different pain through her chest, as she got up to her feet and began the walk across the room. Hati cowered back into the corner, terrified, but Skoll was more willing to try and fight the Alpha off - he'd always been more willing to fight Shehk when she made bad calls.

That was why the knife she held pierced into his throat first with a wet squelch - he barely made a dying noise as his blood spattered onto her floor, the red liquid staining his golden fur. Her heart twisted again, and she felt a sharp pain in her chest, flooring her and leaving her on her knees, only kept off her stomach by one hand supporting her against the floor. As she pulled the knife from Skoll's throat, she could hear Hati's barks and screeches of distress from her place pressed into the corner.

"He's gone, sweetie..." Shehk said, her tone eerily level as she forced herself up from her kneeling position and began making slow steps towards the darker wolf. Hati scrambled for Shehk's bed, but the pricolici grabbed her by the scruff of the neck, pulling her back out and carefully cradling the wolf against her. "Shhhhh...it's okay baby girl....." Shehk whispered as Hati continued to yowl and flailed her legs, her claws digging into the pricolici's forearms. "It's okay baby girl...it's okay baby girl......"

They would be the last words Hati would hear when the knife found her as well.

And yet perhaps it was for the better.....
PostPosted: Sun Dec 16, 2012 8:28 pm


Root Canal


The knife slipped again, digging into the side of her hand, and Shehk hissed, pressing the wound to her mouth to nurse at it lamely, looking at the four evenly broken pieces of rib that she had laid out in her lap. They had just enough curve to them to make Shehk hopeful that they would serve the purpose she was wanting them to now that they....well... she tried to not think about where she got them from for too long, picking up the piece she'd been wittling at again and carefully nudging the blade she held around it.

She'd made every measurement carefully, and as she whittled her tongue worried at those empty spaces in her mouth, feeling for if they had started to heal over or not. If this would be futile or not. Maybe she was just wasting her time. But at the early hours of the day when many others were sleeping, she didn't put too much weight into that thought. She'd found various ways to spend her time, trying to keep her mind distracted. Tonight it was carving, whittling...

She took her time, careful to make sure she didn't make anything crack. When it got closer to the desired shape and size she was wanting, she produced a piece of sandpaper and began to sand the bone down, careful. Always careful. She had a piece of paper spread out across her bed that carefully detailed some information she'd found in the library and she consulted it dutifully.

She set the first piece of carved rib down next to the page, comparing the two and giving a small nod of satisfaction before she picked up the next piece of rib to repeat the same process. It cracked once and she made a pained noise and had to start over, keeping the ruined piece on her side table with a pathetic look on her face.

It took some time, but when the four pieces of bone, neatly reshaped, sat out on that diagram she'd been consulting with, Shehk sighed contently, running a finger across each one, mouthing the names 'Skoll' and 'Hati' before she picked up the four pieces and walked over to a mirror to look at herself, pulling her lip away from the empty gaps in her mouth to look into them, carefully taking the edge of one of the new teeth she'd carved and pressing into the holes with them.

Her body immediately shuddered with pain and she recoiled pathetically. This was going to be difficult, but she didn't want to ask Cricket to help her...and she sort of doubted Mal felt up to the task. But then she looked to the kit she had haphazardly sitting on the floor. 'The black potion numbs the body', she recalled Cricket saying.

Had she grabbed the black potion? Shehk quickly checked, fishing through the kit and pulling the vial out with a wide eyed look of excitement. She had grabbed it! Oh, she was just perfection!

Knowing better than to try and drink the stuff, however, Shehk dipped the ends of the teeth meant to be the roots into the potion before carefully pushing it into the holes in her jaw. The pain flared again, but she kept the tooth in place until the strange tingling numbness crept over the spot. Then, she made sure to keep the tooth aligned the way it was meant to be before she forcefully shoved the root up into her skull.

Despite the numbed pain, a shiver went down her spine as the tooth settled into it's new home, blood springing up around her gumline. One down.

She looked at the other three in her hand and took a deep, but hopeful breath.

"Three more to go."

demon_pachabel

Beloved Werewolf


demon_pachabel

Beloved Werewolf

PostPosted: Tue Jan 15, 2013 6:38 am


Last Testaments


Each letter was carefully penned out, written identically - sans one. She checked the spelling over and over again, almost compulsively, before she was certain everything was ready, signing her name carefully at the bottom of each of them, before she tucked something else into each one of them. Still, she didn't seal the envelopes just yet.

Writing a name across the front of each of them, she took the small stack, before she set them into the top drawer of her desk and shut it tightly, lips pulling in a tight grimace.


She wasn't sure if she should send them, or let them be evidence found of her intentions after she was already gone. Maybe if she waited they wouldn't try to stop her....
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