haunted / murder

  • ✦ ✧ ✦ Why was he there?


    Hito had arrived on the border of the Exiles several days ago, weary and sick and tired, and as he healed into relative strength his mind commanded answers from him. The ghosts of his past asked of him questions which he struggled to justify, whispering in his ears with harshness abound. He had never been one for chaos; he craved a simple life without hardship. He didn't believe himself to be an inherently cruel. Yet he witnessed the horrors of creatures that were, and for once in his life he did nothing to halt it, instead turning his face away from the bloodshed and manipulation. But (as the enemies he found in the dead would remind him) such behavior was not new.


    His family had always commended him for his talents in combat. He had a knack for it, Atsuko only somewhat less so. She made her interest in the art of war painfully apparent, even if her mind wandered with fantastical stories of far away lands, but Hito simply never had any. If only their roles had been switched; if he had her gift of speculation and she had his for battle, then he would likely still be in a cottage somewhere meadow bound, smiling and laughing with the family that was stripped away by splatters of blood cast red in his nightmares. All the talent in the world would never be able to make up for cowardice, and he was sure that he was the prime example for such. There must have been something more that he could have done. Somehow stronger, somehow better.


    So why was he there? The canyon where the dead haunted murderers, victims hating their predators, that his mother would have been ashamed of. As Hito stared at the charred body of the skinny wolf slumped near the border, he wracked his brain for answers. It had been a simple solo patrol that he was on; a questioning of a stranger at the border turned very quickly violent. As the lupine had lunged at him, snarling and spitting, Hito was reminded of when he tried to react to his attacker with reserve and suffered all the consequences because of it. He was not so foolish to make the same mistake twice.


    The fight didn't last very long. Hito stood over his opponent, somewhat winded and with a nasty cut along his right cheek, but the stranger lying dead in the dirt was far worse off. Bloodied, beaten, burned. Flashes of the empty faces that murdered his own family surfaced in his mind, and for the first time in his life, Hito felt the desire to see someone else where some nameless wolf was crumpled dead.


    Right. Maybe that's why.

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  • "should i

    let you

    fall,

    loose 

    it all"


    She was not a fighter, nor did she plan to be. But, injured clan members mattered to her. The smell of blood brought her to the scene and she paused before the male. Taking in the scene, and swallowing hard. She could handle the body later. The first thing was the injured Hito. "You are hurt. May I tend your wound?" She was not an important member. She was little more then Big Val's slave. Thus, she would hang back until he answered her soft plea to help him.


    "talking"


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  • The thing with being mutated to feed on blood was that it could be scented from a mile away, and it was exactly the coppery smell that brought Jimin racing over, a by now learned instinct to a possible injured clanmate. He had been out on another solo patrol, lost in the fauna and flora and his own imagination, when it suddenly drifted through the air, and for the moment he just froze, every muscle in his body pulling taut and his large ears swiveling to listen attentively and try to gauge what was going on - it was for a long pause that he stood there, unmoving, his heart racing as he convinced himself that it was time to move, that he had to hurry. What if it was another Exiler in trouble - as a surgeon, what if he was needed?


    He had to be quick, and so his compassion and concern won out over his body's freeze response, and his paws went into motion, guiding him across the terrain at an impressive show of speed, slender body turning corners and jumping rocks with ease as he made his way towards that stench of metal coins. He had turned the corner of a rock - laden wall and was skidding to a halt when the horrible, horrible smell hit him at full blast, making him gag.


    The smell hit him before the sight of the body did - the scent of death, as clear as day, thick in the air, suffocating him. His eyes began to water from the stench, and then, through the blur, he saw a corpse beaten and burned, fur stained with congealing red, and he visibly tensed up at the sight, blinking his honey colored optics away from it tenaciously and trying not to cast a glance back at it - and that was when he spotted Hito, standing before the corpse with a rather large laceration along one cheek. Jimin would pad over to his side, his steps cautious.


    "H - Hito?" he called. "What happened?" Had - had this been in self defense? Maybe he was horribly wrong, but the other didn't seem like the kind to inflict this sort of damage in cold blood - he hoped beyond hope that he wasn't wrong. He heard the slave, Kaula, offer to clean the wound up and he felt a twinge of anxiety - would she get punished for that? "I - I don't think that's safe," he said softly to her. "Please - please let me do it. I don't want you getting hurt." He would reach into his satchel to take out a wad of cobweb bandages and some marigold, reaching up the former to try to press it against Hito's afflicted cheek, eyes wide and seeking permission to begin healing.


    -: ✧ :- ALL OF THIS IS NO COINCIDENCE -: ✧ :-

  • ———— CICERO ————

    TELL ME BABY IS IT CRAZY

    this was brutal. this was wrong. but this.. was the way that so many of their minds worked. wired to never make a mistake that may of costed them their lives, justifying their actions with any means necessary, whether it was because of the fact that they were scared, or simply didn't mean to. or maybe they did, and just enjoyed being murders. every single clan had them, but it was just a little more lenient here with the rules on such brutal affairs. as the lion watched from afar, as jimin and unknown woman made their way to try and treat hito's wounds, cicero's own crimson orbs would stop and stare and the dead body, the smell of singed fur becoming too much of a smell that he knew of. it shouldn't have been normal, and yet.. it sure as hell did seem like it was getting that way, didn't it? he didn't dare to even say a word. there was always reasons for their actions, even if others didn't see it. even if others didn't believe it. there was a reason this happened.

    "Speech."





    AND IT HURTS SO GOOD

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  • ✦ ✧ ✦ Blood rushed in his ears, loud with the beat of his heart hammering in his chest, tunnel vision staring straight down at the body which he had slashed down. It was not the first time that Hito had hurt somebody, nor was it the first time that he had seen someone slumped over dead. But was by his own hands, now. He was the one that cradled the soul of some nameless figure and chose to snuff it out, crush it under the weight of his own decision, burn their skin until there was no more air for them to breathe. Murder. He thought that he should feel something of remorse. Sadness, guilt for the life that was diminished under his own doing, a sense of responsibility. There was just... nothing. He felt nothing for the spindly stranger that was foolish enough to send an attack on the border of a clan full of fighters. There was only anger, deep seated and burning, which ached within the cavity of his chest. If only he could go back; sacrifice the minutes, hours, days, weeks of bitter loneliness that plagued him relentlessly. He would have been able to save the four tear stained faces that he longed to be living. Instead he was there, some useless nobody serving as a wasted life in a world filled with needless death.


    Hito had not noticed the small crowd that formed, his senses too dulled. He jumped when Jimin pressed some cobwebs to his face (which hurt, now that he thought about it; he was injured), surprised. His movements were limited, however, so he turned to peer at the surgeon from the corner of his eye as he quickly stilled. "Oh, um..." he said, hoarse. Too blank, too unfeeling. He felt so terrible, but not for the creature that he just murdered. What was wrong with him? Glassy eyes slid back toward the body near his feet. "I, uh. He... attacked me, so I... killed him." It felt odd to say. It was true, though. He did it. It was unwise to attack someone and not expect death. That was a lesson that he learned the hard way. Though the words were stammered, they were not nervous. He felt... fine. Calm. His rage was as inherent as the blood that flowed through his veins and out the wound on his cheek, rarely ever exposed. It had nothing to do with the dead wolf anyway. Hito felt so tired.

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  • "should i

    let you

    fall,

    loose 

    it all"


    The woman would listen and then look to the corpse of the attacker. Then, her eyes lifted up to Hito once more. Stepping to the side to let Jimin work. "You did what you had to do to survive. Father would have approved." She answered in that soft and kind voice.


    "talking"


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