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03-02-2017, 10:34 PM
You hate this more than you’re willing to admit. It burns a hole in you, and you are powerless to stop it. So how does that make you feel? Well, the rage has been eating away at you for a few days now. You have torn away at the leeches that gluttonously attach to you, sinking your fangs deep into their little, weak, frail and sorry excuses of bodies and grunting in the pain that comes with when you rip them off of you.
You are not for them. You are not for anyone, and you will be damned if this place gets the better of you again.
Anyone who has come this way has met your wrath. You’ve forgotten how to love them, to accept them and you’ve grown bitter. Company feels funny, not in the ‘haha’ kind of way but in the fashion that makes your stomach roll over into knots in your gut until you find yourself uncomfortable, darting because the woman that has taken some interest in you is fun to keep around. She laughs when you do things to please her, makes good on any sexual situations you might like to win from her, and stands to the side when you battle whatever sorry piece of shit you can get to fight you.
That’s another thing. Muscles have taken away all of the boyhood from you. The night has poured itself into your body and the shadows beg to be part of you. Even your own cannot resist the call, tucked underneath your massive build at any time, just to be close.
It gives you some pride that you enjoy for a few seconds and get over it. You are not your father, and you don’t intend to ever be close to that.
Except, your mother taught you different.
Today is probably going to be the day. The day that is that you leave again, far off to another place that you won’t remember here in about a moon or so, and by then this place will be back in your mind. The only reason you’ve come to stay here for so long is that the colour of the water is intriguing, and who knows if you’ll see this sort of thing again in the future.
When the child shows up, you’re busy chewing the life out of another one of those decrypted leeches, but this one isn’t ready to let go. The taste in your mouth is ungodly, the flavour of your own blood brings you no pleasure, and the grind and stabbings of your deformed teeth must be too much for it.
It was for the other ones.
She comes along and you try to ignore her, pulling up your eyes just a bit so that you can see which way she’s going, if she’s looking at you, if she’s heading this way or is going to want anything out of your company. You won’t lie either, from a distance, even for a child, she is one of the ugliest things that you’ve seen.
She doesn’t seem to be very interested in anything in particular though, which is weird. By this point, you would have expected her to have noticed you, made some sort of acknowledgement and either gone on to do her own thing or attempted to make conversation. The people that live here, they cannot go days without having to speak to another soul whether their company is welcome or not.
It’s starting to get bothersome now. The leech impales itself through on your teeth and you tear, promptly fling what’s left of the gore now making up its body and forget about it. That was the last of them, and you aren’t going to bathe in these waters anymore.
Up close, the sight is somehow worse. Trust yourself, you’ve seen far worse things than this. Your mother was a grand herd’s only healer, and battles outside of this place can bring far worse than this. But this is a child, and she has no eyes.
The vastness of the place where her eyes should be is making your skin crawl, and it’s best you hold back a cri-
Too late, it’s already made its way there.
“Maga a legrondább dolog, amit valaha láttam.” You don’t waste time on speaking their language, because in all truth, it’s nothing more than a blur in your head now. You can remember it, but the failure to extract it makes it difficult for you to spit it out, but it’s not like what you had to say is something she cared about.
OOC: oops have an asshole but full grown
