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exsiliumlogs2014-01-07 07:37 pm
deadelfwalking) wrote in exsiliumlogs2014-01-07 07:37 pm
[OPEN] i get the feeling that it's two against one
Date & Time: Jan 7 - 11
Location: Across the icy wilderness
Characters: Koltira, perhaps you
Summary: Maddened elf seeks large supply of blood, suffering
Warnings: gore; sadistic grossness
[There's something howling in the wilderness lately, and it's distinct from the wolves, from the yeti, from any other predator stalking the area around the city. This sound is a bestial keening, agonized and ragged, echoing and tortured. It's a sound of helpless madness, of uncontrollable rage, and its force lingers in the winter wind. Anyone who follows the howl, whether purposely or by accident, might come across a trail. Initially, they'll find animal corpses killed cleanly, with a single, precise cut. Caribou, at first, partially and purposefully skinned, as though harvested by a mindful hunter.
But the kills become progressively grisly as the trail continues -- mutilated bears, gutted arctic wolves. There's no sense of care in these later kills; the entrails are shredded, wrenched and twisted like wet rags. Blood spatters the snow in random, violent arcs. The animals' bodies are in strangely advanced stages of decay, and their semi-rotted flesh glows faintly green.
Or you may find no trail at all. You may find an animal's foreleg, snapped at each joint. You may find a crushed eyeball, smeared like jelly across the snow.
Or you may find no trace whatsoever. You may simply find someone near you, crouching, his white hair streaked red, his mouth dark and shining and wet. Grinding his teeth. Standing up. Advancing towards you, as the snow hisses, as the earth turns black and dead under his boots.]
Location: Across the icy wilderness
Characters: Koltira, perhaps you
Summary: Maddened elf seeks large supply of blood, suffering
Warnings: gore; sadistic grossness
[There's something howling in the wilderness lately, and it's distinct from the wolves, from the yeti, from any other predator stalking the area around the city. This sound is a bestial keening, agonized and ragged, echoing and tortured. It's a sound of helpless madness, of uncontrollable rage, and its force lingers in the winter wind. Anyone who follows the howl, whether purposely or by accident, might come across a trail. Initially, they'll find animal corpses killed cleanly, with a single, precise cut. Caribou, at first, partially and purposefully skinned, as though harvested by a mindful hunter.
But the kills become progressively grisly as the trail continues -- mutilated bears, gutted arctic wolves. There's no sense of care in these later kills; the entrails are shredded, wrenched and twisted like wet rags. Blood spatters the snow in random, violent arcs. The animals' bodies are in strangely advanced stages of decay, and their semi-rotted flesh glows faintly green.
Or you may find no trail at all. You may find an animal's foreleg, snapped at each joint. You may find a crushed eyeball, smeared like jelly across the snow.
Or you may find no trace whatsoever. You may simply find someone near you, crouching, his white hair streaked red, his mouth dark and shining and wet. Grinding his teeth. Standing up. Advancing towards you, as the snow hisses, as the earth turns black and dead under his boots.]
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Oh? Is that what led you to... [ He finishes the sentence by holding up his hands and flexing his fingers, in and out, like claws. ]
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Yes. I had been in control for the better part of a year, up until her arrival. She killed innocents without thought.
She thinks -- [slice.] that free will -- [slice.] means the right to slaughter anyone she meets.
But indulging in such things keeps us enslaved to what we are. Keeps the Lich King's hold tight.
[slice.]
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That does sound like a problem, yes. [ Bariyan looks back into his lap again, examines his nails. Blunt and broken. He murmurs. ]
Are you delegating her to me, or merely trying to divert my attention elsewhere?
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She is my subordinate, and therefore my responsibility. But you seem to enjoy the company of the dead.
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Glad to oblige.
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One of my roommates was a dead man, too. [ Huh. Bariyan hasn't seen Marduk in a while. He should probably check in on that. Bariyan pulls his arms up over his head and stretches. ] He didn't like me much.
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Can't imagine why. You're charming.
[SARCASM? SINCERITY? Who can tell.]
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Exactly! And incredibly holy, to boot. There's practically nothing to dislike about me.
[ He breathes in deep. After days of frozen food and snowmelt, that smells amazing. Bariyan might just have to kill Koltira if he doesn't get any. ]
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The Light does embrace you. Blindingly so.
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[ He shifts over a little, moving his seat away from the fire just enough to find a wall to lean against. He folds his arms over his chest and cocks his head to the side. ]
The Light has not forgotten you, either.
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Leave the preaching to the confessors. Here.
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[ He accepts the bottle, though, and takes a gulp. It burns on the way down, and he winces -- hadn't known it was going to be vodka. (He doesn't have the insensitivity of the other Bariyan, nor his ability to drink steadily and stoically.)
He eyes the bowl on the table and takes another drink. ]
I couldn't pay you for some of that stew, could I?
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[He sits back down at the table, drinking from his cup, one long eyebrow raised.]
The bowl is there for you, crusader.
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[ He picks himself off the floor, and takes the seat. He sets the bottle down in front of him and picks up the spoon. He squints at the cup. It occurs to him, now, that he was probably not supposed to start drinking from the bottle.
Ah well. He sets into the stew, and tries not to act like he hasn't been properly fed in a fortnight. It's a losing battle. ]
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Were you starving?
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Not starving. But this is the first proper meal I've had in, you know, a few days. [ Since they fought. ]
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Were you truly tracking me for the duration of my hysteria?
[He shakes his head in astonishment.]
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If our fight was near the start of it? Yes. I only went back to the city once -- to heal, and to fetch supplies. [ Such as armor. ] I could hardly do otherwise, could I? Staying on your trail was hard enough as it was.
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Such effort was not necessary. Nor will it be again.
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[ It had felt futile, at first. When Bariyan had caught up to Koltira and realized that it was already over -- without Bariyan's interference. But in light of what's happened since then, he's rather glad that he took the effort.
Bariyan picks up his bottle, and this time pours himself a shot. He takes it down. ]
But I do expect that it won't happen again, commander.
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It won't. Crusader.
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Bariyan exhales loudly when he puts his cup back down. He closes his eyes, touches his face; feels his skin burning. Ooh, that's probably enough for the night. He doesn't intend on getting drunk. ]
Good.
Thank you for the meal. [ He opens his eyes to push the bottle across the table, towards Koltira. ] I'll leave the rest of this to you, shall I?
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You're welcome.
[A deep swig from the bottle, and then he leans back in the chair, shutting his eyes.]
Sleep well.
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[ Bariyan stands up and stretches again before making for his room. He passes Koltira on the way, and pauses there to touch Koltira's shoulder. ]
Koltira? [ He squeezes, just slightly. ] You'll be all right.