12-15-2007, 03:27 PM
[html]All Welcome. Set December 15 at 5:45 am.
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In the early morning chill, a child stirred. He was not so much a child in mind as he was in body, but really, even that hardly spoke to his innocence. That which he lacked had not been with him past the first month and a half of his life, but really, had receded to a distant corner of his being, never to emerge again. The smell of the sea lapping the shore, along with those of the sand and the blood staining it, did not make his stomach turn; instead, it excited him. Like a drug, it ignited in his tainted soul and spread through his body like quicksilver running through his veins. He stood, licking his muzzle, where blood had long since clung and dried, to face the slaughtered little rabbit at his feet. Even they were licked in its blood.
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In the early morning chill, a child stirred. He was not so much a child in mind as he was in body, but really, even that hardly spoke to his innocence. That which he lacked had not been with him past the first month and a half of his life, but really, had receded to a distant corner of his being, never to emerge again. The smell of the sea lapping the shore, along with those of the sand and the blood staining it, did not make his stomach turn; instead, it excited him. Like a drug, it ignited in his tainted soul and spread through his body like quicksilver running through his veins. He stood, licking his muzzle, where blood had long since clung and dried, to face the slaughtered little rabbit at his feet. Even they were licked in its blood.
Its intestines were stretched out some ways away, organs strewn across the sands in a gory display of Andrezej's secret desires for nothing more than maiming and killing. The bloodlust that had burned in the child was like release; he could find nothing better in life than that feeling, that high. The fur had been stripped from the hare, and bones lay alongside those precious elements that had kept it alive. It had screamed, oh had it screamed, but only in the way that such creatures could; silence along with the struggle.
And there was Andrezej, the coyote cub who had fallen asleep when the draconian lust had died, and woken to find it in the morning, and that sight brought his wicked grin out.