07-03-2009, 12:29 AM
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(344) For someone who'd just killed the little lizard herself the girl was showing an uncharacteristic tenderness and affection for the thing, stroking it gently as one would a child. A short, unceremonious burial, burying it's tiny body in the warm sand and expressing proper remorse upon her features. How strange, she'd chosen to murder the thing herself, and then seem so torn by it's little reptilian death. As though she was a masochist of sorts as well as a sadist, enjoying the pleasure of bringing herself pain through the inflicted pain of others. He didn't understand her reasoning, but he knew madness and this woman was obviously mad in her own way. But anything could be considered madness in the eyes of others--even a wolf that lived amongst coyotes that would gladly tear him apart for no good reason other than his breed. He grinned softly at her response, again splaying his toes to allow warm sand between them and enjoying the comforting feeling. "I've heard wolves are always fun and quite durable," he replied in an off-hand manner, looking toward the crimson and gold sunset as the earth again took claim over the sun as it did at the closing of each and every day. Jael knew he was talking to a wolf, and was a wolf himself just as well. But she could take his words in any manner she so chose, which was why he had presented the statement in the first place. He was residing in Inferni, a clan infamous for killing and playing in the blood of wolves, and so why shouldn't such perceived stereotypes and teachings not have rubbed off on the wolfish hybrid that resided there? Or perhaps it was simply a comment directed at the madness he sensed within the woman. Save their souls, but only after bringing them to the brink of death through sheer, pleasurable torture. She'd weep and cry every minute of it, enjoying and savoring each second as she did so, and then weeping when they finally broke like little porcelain dolls. |