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Terrible things - Nokht - November 10, 2024
Backdated to Nov 5, jus for some prisoner interaction
Nokht was quiet. Had been for a while. He had to focus to make his leg stop hurting. Some days it was just too much, but he didn't want to catch a bite, or a shove, or an insult. So he managed the pain, grating as it was; perhaps it was the speed of adaptation. A body unsuited to the kind of brutality it had been shown, yet determined, ever-clinging, despite it all.
He didn't want to think about home. But he couldn't help but wonder why everything had happened the way it did.
Why why why? It was all his fault. He sat near the entrance, taking in the sparse rays of sunlight, sitting in silence. He didn't dare move a paw past the threshold.
He didn't want to think about home. But he couldn't help but wonder why everything had happened the way it did.
Why why why? It was all his fault. He sat near the entrance, taking in the sparse rays of sunlight, sitting in silence. He didn't dare move a paw past the threshold.
RE: Terrible things - Fiamma - November 11, 2024
children were her greatest—and perhaps only—weakness. perhaps it was because she was a woman, and her femininity barred her from the kind of callous attitude with which these men had treated the boy. just the thought that her own womb could bear fruit, and said fruit could then be plucked from her at a moment's notice. . .
it was with this somber mien that she entered the dugout, giving the captive a gentle smile. the others were away, patrolling or creating the concoctions that had apparently gained them such notoriety.
she hadn't tried green yet. perhaps she never would. she needed her wits about her if she was to hang with this bunch.
hello,fiamma murmured, folding down to sit near the boy.
come stai—how are you feeling?
probably a silly question; he looked absolutely miserable, and the worse for wear. how did one even begin to address a child in such straits?
but she was curious about what had transpired between this ragtag bunch and those they'd battled. it was possible that the boy knew nothing at all, and had merely been caught in the middle of some blood feud—a tinderbox set alight.
outside, black vultures circled some dead or dying thing, casting long shadows upon the dusty basin bottom.
RE: Terrible things - Nokht - November 12, 2024
The group had grown in the past weeks, faces unfamiliar crowded the place; he felt angry. Finally, when the sadness reached its peak, in its place grew simple hatred. A hatred which flickered dimly in mismatched eyes.
And all they did was watch. Monsters. Every. Single. One. Even the ones who pretended to be kind, he knew he would get no kindness, and so when another settled nearby and spoke in his tongue, he sat back up, and inched backwards, wincing as he struck a chord in the mangled limb attached to him.
He would not complain, for fear of being lulled in by sweet words, only to receive teeth in the end.
And all they did was watch. Monsters. Every. Single. One. Even the ones who pretended to be kind, he knew he would get no kindness, and so when another settled nearby and spoke in his tongue, he sat back up, and inched backwards, wincing as he struck a chord in the mangled limb attached to him.
...f-fine...
He would not complain, for fear of being lulled in by sweet words, only to receive teeth in the end.
RE: Terrible things - Fiamma - November 14, 2024
he was fearful, and that made sense. she watched with pitying eyes as he backed away, sucking in one cheek in despairing thought. god, she thought, was this kid actually pulling her heart apart as they spoke?
what was to be done?
you don't look fine,fiamma replied, words bouncing along her romantic accent.
i won't hurt you, bambino. but tell me. . .where did you come from? why are you here?
she resisted the urge to glance sidelong at the dugout's entrance, afraid of soto's arrival. she knew the man would be averse to them speaking one-on-one for whatever reason; it was clear the boy was a prisoner of some kind of conflict that had injured sangre so gravely.
but with who? and why?
are you hungry?she asked, head tilting slightly to her left. food was a powerful motivator. perhaps if she brought him some, she could make a friend of him.
RE: Terrible things - Nokht - November 14, 2024
He watches her through round eyes that study every movement, and hesitantly inches back into the light, half-cast down his asymetric stare. He let out a brief sniffle; to think of the why is all he had been doing.
Why was he here? Why did they take him?
and many other things. Flurry of memories and all of them were teeth around his neck, asphyxiating him, the crushing weight of jaws strong enough to crack rib squeezing every breath from his throat—He failed to finish his words.
He'd been too young even to know the name of his own home when he'd been stolen. Too young to know of conflict or danger.Well, he knew it now.
No, best not to say that again. He cut himself off and let his features fall into stoicism, misplaced on a face such as his. He was hungry, but he didn't like asking anymore, but this woman seemed... nicer.
It made him want his mom. He looked down at the ground, letting his forepaw idly trace the dirt.
Why was he here? Why did they take him?
...I don't...know. T-the bad man grabbed me and..
and many other things. Flurry of memories and all of them were teeth around his neck, asphyxiating him, the crushing weight of jaws strong enough to crack rib squeezing every breath from his throat—He failed to finish his words.
He'd been too young even to know the name of his own home when he'd been stolen. Too young to know of conflict or danger.Well, he knew it now.
..I miss-
No, best not to say that again. He cut himself off and let his features fall into stoicism, misplaced on a face such as his. He was hungry, but he didn't like asking anymore, but this woman seemed... nicer.
It made him want his mom. He looked down at the ground, letting his forepaw idly trace the dirt.
..Yes. I had a- bit of armadillo.. the morning before yesterday.