many a thing to know \\ P -- Severa

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    The little one, Severa, had requested some teachings. Garbage was no teacher, he was no carer of children, yet hardly would he say no to being able to show another the truth of mental breaking. Kits weren't something he knew how to be around - simply ask any of Caledon and Waspwing's children, or his own brother - and never did he understand when to halt himself.

    Too far? Oh, goodness, no, Garbage never knew when too much was too much for a child.

    The perks of being raised a cannibal murder, he supposed, there was never a chance to learn what a child should not know.

    Though, those bound in blood tended to have fluctuating interests on what counted on 'too much'.


    Should it be to much, well, Caledon surely wouldn't have any hesitations beating some sense into him.

    Ah, what a sight, bloodied and beaten.


    Tail twitching this way and that Garbage glanced at the NPC prisoner he'd caught.

    Goodness, it wasn't hard, little Azazel made quite tempting bait, it seemed.

    He had a few tricks he'd like to teach little Servera.

    Goodness, surely this would be a fun time.


    Near was the time for them to meet.


    / Severa


    Severa

    Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.




    She had almost forgotten her arrangement with the tom, what with her active dreams filled with shadowed felines and Mama Luna arranging the feast for the family. She rushed over to where Garbage has requested they meet. The six moon girl wanted to learn as much as she could, and what with her life taking a definite dark turn, she felt the more she embraced it—the more success she would have.


    After all, it was called Bloodclan for a reason—no?


    She turned into the room and spotted Garbage, standing before another feline whose scent she didn't recognize. She prowled forward, her sharp shoulder blades ridges along her back. "I hope I'm not too late."



    His emerald gaze caught her as she came to join him, his head dipping in greeting for the young one. So small, yet a request to teach some of the foulities of his ways. Should he be a more open cat, perhaps he would have chuckled at the thought.

    "Learning has no time, should you not give up there is never a thing as 'late'."

    She seemed ready to be involved it seemed.


    Garbage glanced at the prisoner he'd procured before turning back to Severa.

    "Show him no fear, that is what which he will feel upon facing your visage, allowing him an upper hand in the mind can end with your innards between his teeth," he advised dryly.

    "Now then. What do you know of the way of interrogation and torture of the mind currently?"


    Severa

    Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.




    Her ears pricked with interested at his words, her head tilting to the side. “Then,” she said, a smile curling about her lips. “I am right on time.”


    She regarded the prisoner as Garbage spoke. She certainly didn’t fear this feline before her, not when he was trapped and she was not. And even then, she thought as she took a soft step closer and sat down—she’d eaten his kind before. She didn’t fear something so… what was the word?


    Ah yes, so like prey.


    She pondered her answer. “Not specifically,” she said after a moment. “Threats of harm only go so far, and I could come up with all sorts of ideas to tear the flesh from his bones,” and she licked her lips significantly. “But I’m not sure about the mind.”





    "Indeed you are, exactly as one knows," he agreed with a swift nod. Just by watching her the tom knew that this child was already far more...bloodied than most her age. How cute, he recalled being much the same when it came to tearing fellow cat flesh.


    With a flick of his ear Garbage contemplated her words. Indeed, tearing flesh from a cat was not hard, especially amidst starvation and tempers. But this was not that, and she'd been fed a diet not of fight for like his colony had.

    "To tear flesh from bone for most is desperation," he told her, no real tell to what it was about in particular. "Even the youth grow a taste, it does not take long, I know."

    He offered her only a small glance.


    "Scaring and frightening those until they are shaking bones within cat suits is fine, but should they not fear you it will be a difficult task to gain award in. No, a fine ribbon to wear around your neck is one symboled 'friend'. Trust causes loose tongues. Do you understand what I mean?"


    Severa

    Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.



    Severa did not answer immediately, contemplating her response. Then, she opened her mouth, “Sometimes,” she began, slowly, “You will gain more information by appearing as a friend they can confide in, rather than threatening physical harm?” The tail end of her sentence flitted into a question last second, and she regarded him thoughtfully for a moment.


    “That seems oddly kind,” she mused, though she did not appear upset by this. If anything, she looked somewhat curious. She had not expected this, though she was still watching him apprehensively, unsure if that was what he had intended.