With Pace and a Fury Defiant
11-11-2023, 01:14 AM
Aresenn stood there for what felt like an eternity, his breathing slowing down as the adrenaline ebbed away. He looked down at the mangled corpse and felt the first wave of emotion- a sense of satisfaction wash over him. It was a strange feeling, but he couldn't deny that he had enjoyed ripping into the flesh and feeling the warm blood spill over his tongue. But the longer he stood there, and as his rational mind slowly began to return ... he looked the boy over once again, the reality of what he had done began to set in. Younger than him. Half-starved. Over what? A bag and an old knife? A couple of pieces of food? The forest was quiet, save for the sound of his own breathing and the occasional rustle of leaves in the wind. He was alone, with nothing but the corpse of his victim for company.
He hadn't been prepared for the devastating wave of guilt that struck him as he looked down at the corpse with disgust. What had he become? Was this the kind of monster he was destined to be? He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. He looked up for the first time, searching his surroundings until his amber gaze landed on her. His eyes widened then. He could only imagine what he looked like to her- blood splattered everywhere. Standing over the helpless victim he had just murdered. What could she be thinking? He met her emerald gaze- held it for several moments before tightening his lips. Turning his back on her then, and setting off in the direction that they had come. To retrieve the bag that he had murdered the kid for. And to try and put distance between him and her. It would be easier than trying to explain what just happened.
"Aresenn Praetor"
He hadn't been prepared for the devastating wave of guilt that struck him as he looked down at the corpse with disgust. What had he become? Was this the kind of monster he was destined to be? He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. He looked up for the first time, searching his surroundings until his amber gaze landed on her. His eyes widened then. He could only imagine what he looked like to her- blood splattered everywhere. Standing over the helpless victim he had just murdered. What could she be thinking? He met her emerald gaze- held it for several moments before tightening his lips. Turning his back on her then, and setting off in the direction that they had come. To retrieve the bag that he had murdered the kid for. And to try and put distance between him and her. It would be easier than trying to explain what just happened.
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