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SWP :: Blunt Little Instruments (Part II)

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10-26-2015, 06:28 PM (This post was last modified: 10-26-2015, 06:28 PM by Ashamin.)

ASHAMIN

Success didn't feel like success, anymore.

He bit down and pulled flesh from muscle, spattered blood on the earth, and he had done well. Objectively, from a warrior's standpoint, he was succeeding with grace. He did not falter, he did not stumble--he did not even catch a drop of tar upon his flesh. And yet, he was dissatisfied.

How was one meant to feel good about killing? Ashamin had not aspired to become a warrior for this reason, and participating in such blatant and murderous violence was, at last, making his sick. It was true he was protecting others, but how much? Still, so many would die. Still, so many would be crippled for life.

His body twisted beneath violence and he drew himself out from under shadow until he was back in the open air. His sturdy forelegs carried his weight, his back ones tensed and sprang, and he felt himself kick with all his force. But he felt disassociated, separate. It was an out of body experience, perhaps, but not in any positive way.

What the haruspex wanted to do was turn and run, run home to the Basin and far from this senselessness. Surely they had enough  But that would be cowardice, and brave ones were watching. How would it look if he ran when healers and children were risking their lives? He didn't want to abandon them, either.

What he really wanted was for everyone to turn and leave--to leave immortal business such as this to the gods alone.

But Ashamin could think all he wanted, for still he was fighting. Still he was spitting a god's fur from his lips and running, bucking, striving to hit. What was this, reflex? Instinct?

Or was it something deeper, darker, and much worse?

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Pulls away from biting at the tigress' underbelly and runs under her, bucking just as he clears her shadow to try and hit a rib.


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RE: SWP :: Blunt Little Instruments (Part II) - by Morenth - 10-26-2015, 02:35 AM
RE: SWP :: Blunt Little Instruments (Part II) - by Ashamin - 10-26-2015, 06:28 PM
RE: SWP :: Blunt Little Instruments (Part II) - by Nuray - 10-27-2015, 02:08 AM
RE: SWP :: Blunt Little Instruments (Part II) - by Evaneska - 10-27-2015, 02:21 AM
RE: SWP :: Blunt Little Instruments (Part II) - by Dovahkiin - 10-27-2015, 12:02 PM
RE: SWP :: Blunt Little Instruments (Part II) - by Beest - 10-27-2015, 01:09 PM
RE: SWP :: Blunt Little Instruments (Part II) - by Rune - 10-27-2015, 02:58 PM
RE: SWP :: Blunt Little Instruments (Part II) - by Kipling - 10-27-2015, 10:33 PM

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