09-27-2010, 12:23 PM
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The male said nothing and Nayru’s eyes eventually moved back to the carcass she clutched in her hands. The mangled body barely resembled a rabbit any longer, and none of the soft fur of the creature was without blood stains. Slowly the rush of the hunt drained from her and Nayru became conscious of what she had done. She had killed. It had been just as easy as Larkspur had said, and the fairy child couldn’t remember what had ever held her back from this. If killing a defenseless creature was this easy, was it then just as easy to take the life of a canine? Nayru looked to Larkspur but before she could ask anything he stiffened and called out. So mesmerized by the mutilated creature and the smell of copper Nayru had not noticed the scent of the stranger. It was vaguely familiar, a scent she had found often around Dahlia de Mai and encountered once. The whale. Whoever was coming had been there to help save the whale. What vastly different situations those were. Saving a life as opposed to take it. Suddenly she felt very exposed and naked, covering in another’s blood for the first time. Having Larkspur see her like this was an honor, he was the one who had made it possible, but for anyone else to see her made Nayru suddenly feel very shy. This was private, the blood and gore and mess was her’s and now someone else would see her like a madwoman with red hands. Holding her breath she braced herself, still grasping the rabbit like her life depended on it. |