Lèi Dī Láng
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He remembered the first time he killed someone. Not in this life, of course; he'd been a pacifist so far in this life, but that didn't mean he hadn't massacred in others. He didn't like the feeling of death sitting on his shoulders, waiting for him to rip out another throat; it terrified him and there was nothing he could do if his Master-god ordered him to kill.
[size=8]It was his third life; he was a strong young male wolf, and he stood tall and bright. He hadn't learned to dull his godly aura yet so he radiated power and strength and.. Sadness. He was the Servant-God of Tears after all, and though some tears came from joy most came from unhappiness.
He'd recently met up with one of the other Servants, Shí Yuán, or as he was known in this life; "Woodpecker". Quite ironic actually, since the giant ape was definitely not a "woodpecker".
They'd also met up with their current Master, a leopardess damsel that went by Caroline, and now were on their ways to find the others. She was strange to say the least; she'd taken a particular interest in him and Shí always made fun of him for that fact. But he couldn't voice his uncomfortableness; after all, he was turned into a Servant-god out of pure spite; why shouldn't he be uncomfortable for all eternity?
[i]"Lèi, come over here." Caroline cooed, and he padded over anxiously; Shí was nowhere in sight, probably scavenging for dinner. They were alone and he was terrified. "I need you to do something for me." She croned, stroking his head absentmindedly with one paw. She was much larger then him even though his current body was large for even a wolf. But as Caroline was about to continue, Shí burst into the camp, holding a small bloodied deer corpse.
"DINNER!" Shí bellowed, dropping the corpse. Caroline's anger was evident and Lèi sunk further into himself, wishing he was anywhere but here. "Eat." Shí commanded after seeing neither of them showing hints of excitement at his great find.
"I'll eat once you've washed it." Caroline said, turning her nose up at the filthy carcass. She was a lady after all, Lèi understood that her standards were higher then his and Shí's. "Take it to the river and clean it off." She said, before turning her attention back to Lèi. Shí let out a loud moan of annoyance but still picked up the body and stomped away.
"I dislike that ogre." She said, annoyance dripping from her voice. "Lèi, I want you to go depose of that thing."
His heart sunk at her words, fear crawling up his spine. Kill another Servant-god? Surely Shí would be angry in their next life for his deed; but he couldn't deny a direct order from the Master-god, he was forced to comply. The wolf stood, following softly after the large ape. He could hear Shí's roars of anger and frustration and fear filled his chest; what if he was killed in the process? Bloody deaths were not fun things, though he'd only experienced one he didn't want to revisit it.
Shí stood at the edge of the river, holding the carcass in the water and trying his best to clean it off; he was completely unaware of the wolf sneaking up on him. Lèi let his instincts take control; crouch low to the ground, stalk closer but not too fast, keep downwind. His prey was still blissfully unaware, even though the wolf was only a few feet away.
He leaped; aiming not to grab at Shí's throat but instead throw him into the fast-moving river. The ape, already off-balance from handling the deer, fell into the water with a roar of rage.
"TRAITOR!" He screamed after seeing his attacker, fighting against the current that was pulling him down and away from the scene. "I'LL KILL YO-" His screams were muffled by the waves quickly overtaking him; Lèi had no idea whether or not it was nature taking its victim or if he was subconsciously manipulating the water. He didn't care, it still felt like a punch to the chest.
So after a few minutes he walked away, not a speck of blood on him but the shadow of a murderer crawling after him non-the-less.
No emotion showed in the wolf; no shaking, no crying, nothing. Even after revisiting such a horrid memory, even after hearing his friend's screams, he felt nothing. Would he do the same to his friends here if the Master-god in his mind commanded him to do so? Would he still feel nothing if he pushed Brandy off a cliff? Snapped Eis' neck? Ripped out Szayeal's throat?
Gods, he hoped not.
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