Post by Kitty on Jan 5, 2011 20:32:29 GMT -5
Should you have anything against blood, don't read. Otherwise, enjoy the inner turmoil. <3
Words: 1082
Characters: Takio, with mentions of Baroque and Sonata as well as NPC Carrenall.
Notes: Will be getting with the lovely Sera to finalize his back story, but here's a wonderful little taste of his inner workings at present. Also... I don't know much about SoD religion, so bear with me on here. Nat, feel free to correct anything if need be <3
Words: 1082
Characters: Takio, with mentions of Baroque and Sonata as well as NPC Carrenall.
Notes: Will be getting with the lovely Sera to finalize his back story, but here's a wonderful little taste of his inner workings at present. Also... I don't know much about SoD religion, so bear with me on here. Nat, feel free to correct anything if need be <3
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This routine …. he loathed it with every fiber of his being but it was a necessity. His hands trembled as he unlocked the closet, removing the mask and cloak within. A familiar hunger clawed at his stomach, a hunger that the dinner he’d prepared for his children simply couldn’t extinguish. Baroque and Sonata were sound asleep and had been for the past hour, he hated to leave them even for a short amount of time, but he had to. This was a burden he had to shoulder alone and he wanted no part of it to taint them. They were perfect, Baroque with his undeniable talent and Sonata with her fiery spirit. No, he would not trouble them with his own problems.
As quietly as he could he slipped down the stairs and out the door, locking it behind him. He started to walk, and kept walking until he reached a poorer section of town. It was tiring, but he knew a nightly carriage ride to these parts might start to bring up a bit of suspicion and he certainly didn’t feel like starting a web of lies. However, this walk only seemed ot make him hungrier and more anxious, a more primal side of his mind knowing his reasons for making it. Food.
There, there was the noise of a stray animal in that alley over there, it was quiet …. But it was there. His hearing was impeccable, and one large ear trained it’s self on his prey’s location. Slowly and quietly he moved toward the wall to creep around the corner. It was dark, too dark to see anything but the hints of movement, so he followed by sound alone. It didn’t move much, whatever sort of creature this was, but that made things all the easier for him. Closer, closer…. And then he pounced before really listening further, this food had a voice, and then a scream. His eyes widened as he landed on a young biped that looked to be some sort of rodent, or a mix of one. He quickly covered her mouth to silence the scream. Damn, she’d heard the violins, hadn’t she? But…. He hadn’t meant to be hunting a card tonight, this was all wrong.
And yet, he was so hungry. He knew what happened when he didn’t feed his craving …. And they needed him, he couldn’t allow himself to wither away into nothing and leave them. But her struggling and the fear scent that emanated from her body, along with her tears was almost too much for him. He closed his eyes and lowered his muzzle down to her ear, whispering softly.
“Forgive me ….”
Thankfully the encounter seemed a little much for her as well for soon after his sharp, elongated canines sunk into her neck he felt the limpness that could only go with unconsciousness. But he didn’t care, not in the slightest after he’d gotten his first taste of her blood. There was something amazing about sentient blood, something that bordered on ecstasy for him. He shuddered as the warm liquid traveled down into his stomach, his strength replenishing it’s self for another day. When he’d gotten his fill he released the girl and sat back, a triumphant purr resonating from his throat as he cleaned himself in a strictly feline manner. Until the ‘high’ he received from such an act wore off but a few minutes after the deed. Of course.
The Tulgey mix froze, fur bristling as his eyes opened. His gaze instantly landed on her face and imagined it twisted with fear even in though he couldn’t actually see in that much detail. He unsheathed a single long claw and crossed himself, uttering a small prayer for forgiveness before getting to his feet. He glanced back down at the biped once more before taking off, running as fast as he could from that alley and not stopping until he neared his home.
Once again his hands trembled as he unlocked and then relocked the door. He bit his lip and went upstairs to the master bath, locking this door as well. He started the water waiting until it was hot, almost scalding, and then undressed to slip under the shower’s jets. He started to scrub vigorously, trying to wash the creeping sense of wrongness from his fur and skin before he collapsed to the floor, tears hidden by the water already slipping through his fur.
This…. This routine was only necessary because a key part of his life, no …. A large part of his heart was gone, taken from him far too soon. The badger had been twice his age, yes … but he’d had so much life in him before…. Before he passed in his sleep. Heart problems they’d said …. No, it was all his fault. He was a monster, a cursed monster and Carrenall had been taken from him as punishment for loving and catering to such a creature.
He curled up in the corner of the tub, the hot water still raining on him as he muttered a single, helpless question.
“Why….. why did you have to leave me?”
He bit down, hard, on his own arm to silence the scream and sobs he could no longer contain. It had been two years as of tonight, and it hadn’t gotten any easier…. That girl…. She’d had been the final straw.
The mix simply stayed there for what seemed like hours, blood trickling from the fang marks he’d left and getting washed down the drain. Why couldn’t he simply satiate himself with his own blood? It tasted… bitter almost, he just…. Didn’t like it. But… things would be so much simpler. Was he so tainted that there was no redemption? Was that why he couldn’t stomach his own blood? Now, more then ever, he believed in what his mother had said about him all through his childhood, he was a freak, an abomination …. A curse. He was nothing more then a monster, and he would surely pay for his sins in time.
There would be no pleasant afterlife for him, no seeing his beloved badger again …. Only punishment for his existence.
He reached up and turned the water off and sat there in a tight little ball until he simply couldn’t stand the shivering anymore. He didn’t bother to dress before he slipped under the covers and passed out almost as soon as his head hit the pillow.
This routine …. he loathed it with every fiber of his being but it was a necessity. His hands trembled as he unlocked the closet, removing the mask and cloak within. A familiar hunger clawed at his stomach, a hunger that the dinner he’d prepared for his children simply couldn’t extinguish. Baroque and Sonata were sound asleep and had been for the past hour, he hated to leave them even for a short amount of time, but he had to. This was a burden he had to shoulder alone and he wanted no part of it to taint them. They were perfect, Baroque with his undeniable talent and Sonata with her fiery spirit. No, he would not trouble them with his own problems.
As quietly as he could he slipped down the stairs and out the door, locking it behind him. He started to walk, and kept walking until he reached a poorer section of town. It was tiring, but he knew a nightly carriage ride to these parts might start to bring up a bit of suspicion and he certainly didn’t feel like starting a web of lies. However, this walk only seemed ot make him hungrier and more anxious, a more primal side of his mind knowing his reasons for making it. Food.
There, there was the noise of a stray animal in that alley over there, it was quiet …. But it was there. His hearing was impeccable, and one large ear trained it’s self on his prey’s location. Slowly and quietly he moved toward the wall to creep around the corner. It was dark, too dark to see anything but the hints of movement, so he followed by sound alone. It didn’t move much, whatever sort of creature this was, but that made things all the easier for him. Closer, closer…. And then he pounced before really listening further, this food had a voice, and then a scream. His eyes widened as he landed on a young biped that looked to be some sort of rodent, or a mix of one. He quickly covered her mouth to silence the scream. Damn, she’d heard the violins, hadn’t she? But…. He hadn’t meant to be hunting a card tonight, this was all wrong.
And yet, he was so hungry. He knew what happened when he didn’t feed his craving …. And they needed him, he couldn’t allow himself to wither away into nothing and leave them. But her struggling and the fear scent that emanated from her body, along with her tears was almost too much for him. He closed his eyes and lowered his muzzle down to her ear, whispering softly.
“Forgive me ….”
Thankfully the encounter seemed a little much for her as well for soon after his sharp, elongated canines sunk into her neck he felt the limpness that could only go with unconsciousness. But he didn’t care, not in the slightest after he’d gotten his first taste of her blood. There was something amazing about sentient blood, something that bordered on ecstasy for him. He shuddered as the warm liquid traveled down into his stomach, his strength replenishing it’s self for another day. When he’d gotten his fill he released the girl and sat back, a triumphant purr resonating from his throat as he cleaned himself in a strictly feline manner. Until the ‘high’ he received from such an act wore off but a few minutes after the deed. Of course.
The Tulgey mix froze, fur bristling as his eyes opened. His gaze instantly landed on her face and imagined it twisted with fear even in though he couldn’t actually see in that much detail. He unsheathed a single long claw and crossed himself, uttering a small prayer for forgiveness before getting to his feet. He glanced back down at the biped once more before taking off, running as fast as he could from that alley and not stopping until he neared his home.
Once again his hands trembled as he unlocked and then relocked the door. He bit his lip and went upstairs to the master bath, locking this door as well. He started the water waiting until it was hot, almost scalding, and then undressed to slip under the shower’s jets. He started to scrub vigorously, trying to wash the creeping sense of wrongness from his fur and skin before he collapsed to the floor, tears hidden by the water already slipping through his fur.
This…. This routine was only necessary because a key part of his life, no …. A large part of his heart was gone, taken from him far too soon. The badger had been twice his age, yes … but he’d had so much life in him before…. Before he passed in his sleep. Heart problems they’d said …. No, it was all his fault. He was a monster, a cursed monster and Carrenall had been taken from him as punishment for loving and catering to such a creature.
He curled up in the corner of the tub, the hot water still raining on him as he muttered a single, helpless question.
“Why….. why did you have to leave me?”
He bit down, hard, on his own arm to silence the scream and sobs he could no longer contain. It had been two years as of tonight, and it hadn’t gotten any easier…. That girl…. She’d had been the final straw.
The mix simply stayed there for what seemed like hours, blood trickling from the fang marks he’d left and getting washed down the drain. Why couldn’t he simply satiate himself with his own blood? It tasted… bitter almost, he just…. Didn’t like it. But… things would be so much simpler. Was he so tainted that there was no redemption? Was that why he couldn’t stomach his own blood? Now, more then ever, he believed in what his mother had said about him all through his childhood, he was a freak, an abomination …. A curse. He was nothing more then a monster, and he would surely pay for his sins in time.
There would be no pleasant afterlife for him, no seeing his beloved badger again …. Only punishment for his existence.
He reached up and turned the water off and sat there in a tight little ball until he simply couldn’t stand the shivering anymore. He didn’t bother to dress before he slipped under the covers and passed out almost as soon as his head hit the pillow.
