She observed the sea from her viewpoint quietly, jeweler's knife in one hand, an amethyst in the other, gently carving the small stone into a currently unidentifiable shape. Her practiced hands danced along the gem as she cut, burrowing lines within the crystal. She stopped momentarily, carefully observing the lines.
Scars that ran through the crystal, though they only added to its mysterious beauty. Rather than marring the gem, they seemed to pull one's eye towards it, forcing the viewer's attention, if only for a moment. The lines were systematic, gently weaving through the fractured gem.
She glanced up slightly, frowning at the sea, ears twitching; a sound?
In the distance, an echo sounded...
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Another loud crash.
"I SAID DO IT AGAIN!"
The battered girl forced herself to stand, weakened from the constant beatings along her body. Too slow. The rough, calloused hand gripped her neck and launched her again, a cabinet in sight. The girl attempted to brace herself for the impact.
A third loud crash.
"Can't you follow simple nether blasted orders?! I said to DO! IT! AGAIN!!"
The girl whimpered and kneeled for a moment, gathering herself. A cry of rage sounded before thundering footsteps led away; safe for the moment. She let herself lie down, hands gently curling around the broken glass that lay on the carpet. A temporary repose on a shattered bed.
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She shook her head, growling and going back to her crystal, the sound nothing to worry about. Her knife curled through one of the crafted scars, creating what seemed to be crossed blades, though rough ones at that. She set her knife down and gently ran her claw through the earthen wound, getting a feel for it.
Her ears pricked again.
And in the distance, an echo was heard.
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Jump. Step. Left. Down. Roll. Duck. Now leap.
Quick thoughts, don't think, just run. Keep moving. Hide. Tree, dash, climb, grip, cower.
Cowering within the foliage, hiding on the branch, the girl looked down, whimpering. A tall boy strode into view, brandishing his ever prevalent crop for the horse his father owned. He slammed it upon the ground, the stones resounding with a loud crack from the force.
"Come on out, sister. It's faster when you don't fight back. Who knows, maybe I'll be nice enough and let you die, if father lets me."
The girl whimpered in her perch, half considering the idea. Death was wondrous compared to torture; a mercy that could be given to those that deserve it. Did the girl deserve mercy? Did this broken shell of a woman, this whimpering mass of frightened flesh that was once a creative, thought filled creature... did this "thing", the girl known as "Third" deserve mercy?
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She growled again and shook her head, eyeing the crystal. The gem was a macabre expression of stone in agony, the many facets cut open. Still worth something on the market, probably an acolyte of shadow would use it as a reagent.
The wolfen woman tossed the crystal in fury and disgust, letting it rebound on the well near the Slaughtered Lamb, leaving the torn crystal there. She stood and walked away.
She growled again at the sound and broke off into a run.
And in the distance, the echo became silent.
Scars that ran through the crystal, though they only added to its mysterious beauty. Rather than marring the gem, they seemed to pull one's eye towards it, forcing the viewer's attention, if only for a moment. The lines were systematic, gently weaving through the fractured gem.
She glanced up slightly, frowning at the sea, ears twitching; a sound?
In the distance, an echo sounded...
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Another loud crash.
"I SAID DO IT AGAIN!"
The battered girl forced herself to stand, weakened from the constant beatings along her body. Too slow. The rough, calloused hand gripped her neck and launched her again, a cabinet in sight. The girl attempted to brace herself for the impact.
A third loud crash.
"Can't you follow simple nether blasted orders?! I said to DO! IT! AGAIN!!"
The girl whimpered and kneeled for a moment, gathering herself. A cry of rage sounded before thundering footsteps led away; safe for the moment. She let herself lie down, hands gently curling around the broken glass that lay on the carpet. A temporary repose on a shattered bed.
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She shook her head, growling and going back to her crystal, the sound nothing to worry about. Her knife curled through one of the crafted scars, creating what seemed to be crossed blades, though rough ones at that. She set her knife down and gently ran her claw through the earthen wound, getting a feel for it.
Her ears pricked again.
And in the distance, an echo was heard.
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Jump. Step. Left. Down. Roll. Duck. Now leap.
Quick thoughts, don't think, just run. Keep moving. Hide. Tree, dash, climb, grip, cower.
Cowering within the foliage, hiding on the branch, the girl looked down, whimpering. A tall boy strode into view, brandishing his ever prevalent crop for the horse his father owned. He slammed it upon the ground, the stones resounding with a loud crack from the force.
"Come on out, sister. It's faster when you don't fight back. Who knows, maybe I'll be nice enough and let you die, if father lets me."
The girl whimpered in her perch, half considering the idea. Death was wondrous compared to torture; a mercy that could be given to those that deserve it. Did the girl deserve mercy? Did this broken shell of a woman, this whimpering mass of frightened flesh that was once a creative, thought filled creature... did this "thing", the girl known as "Third" deserve mercy?
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She growled again and shook her head, eyeing the crystal. The gem was a macabre expression of stone in agony, the many facets cut open. Still worth something on the market, probably an acolyte of shadow would use it as a reagent.
The wolfen woman tossed the crystal in fury and disgust, letting it rebound on the well near the Slaughtered Lamb, leaving the torn crystal there. She stood and walked away.
She growled again at the sound and broke off into a run.
And in the distance, the echo became silent.
