prosecute me
Luce
08-02-2019, 12:44 PM
Lucretia headed back to her den, keeping half an eye on Sirius as she went. Although she didn't believe him unpredictable, it was best to stay alert at all times. She welcomed him into her quarters brusquely, gesturing to an area that she had set up for examinations. It was spare but well appointed with a few furs. Luce leaped to the top of a low rock nearby and settled in for what she hoped would be a long chat. "I have nightmares too," she began. Luce had never had a violent outburst, but there had been weeks where she had foregone sleep until she finally collapsed into a rough heap. She had been paranoid. She had experienced fits of rage when she was alone. "The end of the Empire effected all of us. Do you know what the new mothers went through, at the end of it all? They had painful, long labors that produced tiny, lifeless little things... and then the light faded from their own eyes. We had to bury them all together so that the rot wouldn't spread to our food. But of course the food was all bad by then anyway." The food, the food, the food... The smell of decay would haunt her for the rest of her life. Already Lucretia could feel her appetite shriveling up and disappearing. "I know this pain. You are not alone." |