With Pace and a Fury Defiant

Absinth observed with bated breath, emeralds intensely focused on the scene unfolding before her. It was odd. It was also… quite appealing to say the least. Brutality became him. Or perhaps brutality had always been him? She had once expressed how pent up he had seemed- but she could have never guessed it was like this. Savagery. Predator and prey, something of the like. Aresenn tore into the boy with a frantic hunger, nothing like the frantic hunger displayed in their night of lust-  no. This was bloodlust. Terrible, uncontrollable bloodlust. Nothing unfamiliar to her, but so very captivating of a look on him.  Still. She was cautious, edging sideways so she could get a better look at his face, hoping to understand. She did not want to be noticed at this moment, for there was something…. Primal about him right this second. Something she didn’t dare interrupt.

Minutes went by. Gore, messy and wild; like a Beast without a mind. She had seen something similar before, though that was a product of extreme stress and torture. Aresenn.. had never seemed as such. Had she been wrong? Had he lied about his upbringing? But why? It didn’t make sense. None of this did. Not the way it was playing out. Had that boy been a mortal enemy of some sort? She would have noticed if Aresenn was something sinister like her father, or a manipulator- so what was this?

Her heart thudded in her chest; both with exhilaration and uncertainty. The motionless pauses were unsettling, the feral look in his eyes even more so bewildering. Let it be known that Absinth was not scared. No, she longed to approach his blood spattered form and lick the eviscera from his maw- but instinct trumped her impulse. For now. She stood fast, neither moving away nor moving closer- waiting. Would he continue on  mindlessly mutilating the corpse, or… would he come back to normalcy? Whatever that meant.


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