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Post by seraaches on Jan 20, 2010 16:25:30 GMT -5
She was tired. It had been a very long day, a long, depressing day, and Kelasia had fled from the unusual and the known in hopes of finding some relief from the depression that was now her life. What was there left to live for? she found herself wondering. Theo was gone. Asha, oh, Light, Asha. Her heart lurched painfully and her mind skittered to other avenues. She had books to return to the library and that's where she was going now; she would return the five she had now, perhaps check out a few more. And maybe. . . well, maybe she would make one more trip out to the Court of Diamonds. To check on Tosiek one last time, try to mend that bridge. Surely he could forgive them now, now that Theo was. . . The Sorgaire skunk gave a low sigh, crossing into a darker part of the city as a shortcut to the library, following a path she'd taken many, many times before. |
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Post by Greenie on Jan 21, 2010 17:06:00 GMT -5
Indivar had discovered a delightful new way to get his meals. It was much more fun to watch his hired carriages flop around in mud he'd created and SPLAT, there was his dinner. Finding and killing his own food was simply too much work if it wasn't an Ace - those were delightful to chase after, they were so dumb - and often those that were smushed were higher ranked cards that liked to fight back, and he just wasn't in the mood for a spat right now. The problem was having to move locations every day, and not being able to eat every day - after all, if carriages were falling into mud and killing people every day in the same place, he imagined someone would get suspicious. He rather doubted he'd ever be charged with anything - he was much too good at disappearing for that - but it wasn't worth the effort. Just as Kelasia rounded into the small alley way that was her shortcut, a rather large carriage came barreling around the same corner, wobbling precariously on the bumpy cobblestones, its sides nearly brushing up against the buildings in the narrow corridor. Indivar peeked around the corner of a building and pulled a mud puddle from down the street to directly in front of the carriage, and waited for the inevitable collapse to happen. |
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Post by seraaches on Jan 27, 2010 20:19:55 GMT -5
Perhaps if she'd been a little less distracted, or if the mud was a little less well-place. . . maybe if the driver had been expecting extreme conditions on an otherwise nice and sunny day. . . in the end, however, her fate was sealed, unknowingly by a family member of the man she had once thought was going to kill her.
Irony did enjoy its spotlight.
Kelasia was unaware of this, however, as she stepped along the street. She only realized something was wrong when the Ace horse drawing the carriage gave a shrill cry of alarm, the driver shouting out in fear himself. The skunk turned, as though in slow motion, staring in shock as the large carriage came barreling towards her. The Morganberry driver was still yelling, the wheels came churning dangerously near.
She hear sharp cracks, a scream from the Ace, then only blinding pain that kept her from thinking clearly, from being able to move.
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Post by Greenie on Jan 30, 2010 22:49:27 GMT -5
Indivar watched with carefully concealed glee as the woman was trampled just as planned. A shiver of anticipation whipped through his body, and he allowed himself a happy little dance, his hooves making short cracking sounds against the hard cobblestone street. Immediately he composed himself and took the short down to where Kelasia's heavily broken body lay, and he took a few moments to sit next to her and simply watch her be in pain. He rather doubted she was aware of his presence - or if she was, just barely - and he felt it was more respectful to understand and appreciate one's dinner before eating it.
But what was this? A King? Indivar could only hope she wasn't titled, since she was stupid enough to get run over by a carriage. He usually avoided eating the upper echelons - they tended to fight back, the testy beasts - as once in a rare while he was able to consider them contemporaries. He was quite willing to make an exception for this woman, though, as she looked rather.. pathetic.. lying on the street, bleeding and likely dying already.
He was tempted to dreg up some more mud and let her drown in the filth, but it wasn't quite the same taste as barbeque sauce - not to mention he didn't want to waste anymore magic on this poor excuse for a Card. No, better to do it the old-fashioned way.
Indivar peeked around the alley to reassure himself he was still alone with his meal, then struck his hoof out and cracked the skunk a good one on her head, fully intending to snap her neck.
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Post by seraaches on Jan 30, 2010 23:07:45 GMT -5
The world was only a haze of pain, an unbearable and overwhelming force that the Diamond could not get a handle on. She had rarely been physically hurt in her life and now with so much of washing over her, Kel could find no way to deal with it. The carriage was gone, she thought, maybe, and at any moment the pain would ease or go away because surely the carriage driver was calling for a healer.
She thought she sensed someone nearby, staring upwards blindly, though she couldn't move at all. Hooves and teal were in her vision, and wot looked like. . . a bald horse's head? Fear clamped down through her chest as the wavering, small figure grew, at least in her own mind, sending her back to her past, to an incident she thought long forgotten.
The skunk made the softest moan of distress, then one last, sharp stab of pain and everything was black.
(( Dun, dun ddddduuuunnnn!!! DEAD SKUNK IS DEAD. \o/))
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Post by Greenie on Jan 30, 2010 23:21:20 GMT -5
Indivar was very pleased with his hit; one good crack and she was out like a light. She hadn't even bothered to fight back, how pathetic.. Clearly he was doing the world a favor by ridding it of this useless Card. He was surrounded by enough mindless, idiotic Cards without them being Kings as well, pah.
As soon as he was positive she was quite dead, he began the laborous process of dragging her body into his little shaded niche just around the corner. Goddamn bulky bipedals, they were so heavy! All the more meat to eat, he reminded himself, and within ten minutes had managed to shove the body into his corner so he could begin his feast. As he was sating himself he absently stared at the large fluffy tail adorning her posterior.. what a nice scarf it would make. He could only imagine the mental scarring he could present his brothers with using it... Indivar cackled quietly, and kept eating.
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