06-24-2018, 11:25 PM
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[b]☾ IOTA [abbr="Oni speech, Oni thoughts, Oni reference"]x[/abbr] info [abbr="speech; self-reference; thoughts;"]x[/abbr] FIREBRAND ☾
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The smell of blood again coated the air as Iota tread through the dense Tanglewood forest. As familiar of a smell as it was, it made her legs tense up at its very presence. Her inner killer instincts would've been peaking at each passing moment that the stench clouded the territory, but luckily they'd been withdrawn lately. It was quite the relief on her end as she wouldn't have to deal with her demons yet again, but something about the smell still sent cold shocks down her spine and made her pelt stand up on end.
She caught a glance of where the smell was coming from: a dead rogue, its body beginning to have been decomposed after becoming victim to one of Beck's many gruesome and unrelenting traps. The rogue's blood had imprinted the area with the scent of death, and would probably attract anyone willing to use its meat to their advantage. So it did Malphas, who had been feasting hastily on the rogue. She spotted the blood covering his face, reminding her of what she used to be. She shuddered, approaching him quietly as Ivan had begun to bark at the cannibal fiercely.
Did Iota blame Malphas for what he was doing? Not at all. Everyone was their own flavor of strange at Tanglewood, and she supposed Malphas was doing what he could to survive... As long as he wasn't doing the same to any of her clanmates, she could turn a blind eye to Malphas's seemingly primal acts. "Calm down, Ivan," she said as she approached. "That rogue had been dead long before Malphas arrived. It was no use just sitting there anyways, it was ugly as hell sitting there dead in that trap."
How heartless the words that had just come out of her mouth were. She started to sound like Beck. Had she no respect for the dead? Of course she did, but she didn't know the rogue's story either. What if it had come to destroy her family? She couldn't even fathom the rage she would have. She decided it was best to ignore what had been going on.
She caught a glance of where the smell was coming from: a dead rogue, its body beginning to have been decomposed after becoming victim to one of Beck's many gruesome and unrelenting traps. The rogue's blood had imprinted the area with the scent of death, and would probably attract anyone willing to use its meat to their advantage. So it did Malphas, who had been feasting hastily on the rogue. She spotted the blood covering his face, reminding her of what she used to be. She shuddered, approaching him quietly as Ivan had begun to bark at the cannibal fiercely.
Did Iota blame Malphas for what he was doing? Not at all. Everyone was their own flavor of strange at Tanglewood, and she supposed Malphas was doing what he could to survive... As long as he wasn't doing the same to any of her clanmates, she could turn a blind eye to Malphas's seemingly primal acts. "Calm down, Ivan," she said as she approached. "That rogue had been dead long before Malphas arrived. It was no use just sitting there anyways, it was ugly as hell sitting there dead in that trap."
How heartless the words that had just come out of her mouth were. She started to sound like Beck. Had she no respect for the dead? Of course she did, but she didn't know the rogue's story either. What if it had come to destroy her family? She couldn't even fathom the rage she would have. She decided it was best to ignore what had been going on.
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