07-28-2015, 09:25 AM
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The prompt had only been small, a seed which wasn’t really a seed, because from what he could tell, her mind already ran rampant with whatever gory delusion she had going on in her head. It was almost too hard to contain the laughter. The muscles of his belly clenching with involuntary spasm, and his stomach ached not with the familiar pang of hunger, but instead with fatigue, with silent, heaving laughter. But he held it together, and a mischievous sneer spread his lips curled at the corner with malice. She seemed lost to the world, and a part of him wondered how aware she truly was of what he did. He didn’t torment her because he was cruel, he did so because he knew know better. And really, where was the harm in harming something that was already too broken to fix? Shadows eating the land… What the hell was that? “Enough. Leave her alone.” The breath of her order rustled his leaves, and for a moment Etojo didn’t quite understand what he was hearing. When Spots had followed him close to get a look in on the action, he had thought he had found in her a kindred spirit. No matter, it was not the first time he had assumed wrong of a situation, and nor would it be the first time he didn’t listen. “No” he said simply, she was not the authority. And he jabbed his stick defiantly between what was left of the rabbit’s delicate ribcage and strands of flesh. There was a sickening crack, his brittle stick snapping from the force, useless. Etojo cursed, he spat the half that remained in his mouth to the ground and snaked his head around to face her as if it had been her fault. His orange eyes penetrating even when the intention was not to pierce into the soul. “She’s not like us.” He hissed at her. His ears the only part of his body not covered in dead leaves lay flat against his skull. “What does it matter to you?” But in a way, Spots had already answered that question, and he read the concern from her features. It disgusted him, an expression he wore very well on his face. |