There was a bitter, amusing irony in the fact that her uncle and brother were reacting this way. None of the Saxes were strangers to seizing and pillaging a woman they desired; they were creatures of want, after all. But there was a difference that came with it being one of
them. The man on the ground was begging for his life, but Auriga knew it was useless. He probably did too, in truth.
But he was desperate, and the Saxes were hungry for his pain.
As Cifarelli got to work, Auriga laughed. "Maybe he has family, eh? A sister for us to visit. Teach her a lesson about family." The way the man moans in horror and struggles makes Auriga think he does have family somewhere, and she looks at her brother with a twitching smile, her tail wagging briefly. Then, before she can visit more horror, her uncle steps in; his teaching is always appreciated, so she listens. The dark head turns towards her uncle.
"It'll dangle, eh?" The man is whimpering, sobbing. He's bleeding-- between his legs-- and Auriga tsks at him before catching his face in her hands. Her heart races. She wants to perform... surgery. She wants to cut him. So she does; she takes the blade, and she drives it into the man's right eye socket, breathing softly. Auriga moves delicately, as if she's handling something very fragile, as she peels the eye out of its socket. The organ is intact when she eases it free, and as her uncle says, it dangles from its socket.
"Fascinating," she murmurs. "Uncle Rhazien, what else?" Her voice is taut with excitement. She wants to learn.
"Auriga"
