[M] Gonna get off this merry-go-round

Preybot · 02-11-2012, 07:10 AM

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OOC: Powerplay pre-approved.

Jenci died a bloody death before her, the meat of his throat cut to pink ribbons. Blood spurted from the wound and Evite saw the life flee from her brother, then and there. Rage filled her, and she heard the satisfying crack as her club smacked into the woman's forearm, sending her backwards and to the ground. The dark-hued woman stepped forward, swinging her club this way and that as she cooed to the woman.

My brother, she snarled, her voice rumbling with a growl. My poor Jenci, she said again, this time her voice cracking into a sob. She had not thought he would die -- she was prepared to leave him, certainly, but she had always thought he would be there to take her back. Now he would never have another breath. The timberwolf advanced on her fallen comrade, intent on avenging her brother.

This one would not have the sweet and merciful speed of Jenci's passing, however. No -- Evike would show her true pain before allowing her to pass into the netherworld. Her brutal burled club brandished in one raised hand, the dark woman brought it hurtling down toward the disabled woman's ribs, enjoying the satisfying crunch as her ribs shattered beneath the blow. She raised her arm again to bring the stick down on the woman's shoulder, purposefully avoiding the cinnamon-colored woman's head with this first blow -- the collarbone was brutally painful to break, and this woman needed pain before her death. Jenci needed avenging, by the laws of her fathers and her fathers' fathers.

The dark woman raised the club once more, pounding her club against the canine's skull. The blow was not as powerful as Evike could have done, but she only meant to scramble the pretty thing's brains, after all -- there was time enough for more hitting and more pain, right?

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