10-31-2015, 12:11 PM
He ponders, and it makes my eyes glow with academic interest. Here is one who thinks, who studies, who takes the time to research before committing his actions to paper. Lokii. I take in his name and store it. I am waiting for more. Of course there will be more. One such as this will not let his name alone satisfy. So when the question of something more impressive falls from his sly lips, I do not reply. He ought to know what my response would be.
I do not tense, although truly anything could happen in this world of misguided magicians who consider themselves gods (unlike the true god, the iron god, our father). The lines of my body are expectant, bordering on rapture. Air moves quickly through my nose, and my eyes widen. I am acutely aware of the blood pumping through my heart.
It is not fear I feel.
A bear appears. I have not seen one before, but I have heard of them. It lumbers forth on all fours, a mass of disheveled hair and yellow teeth and hooked claws. It could kill me, if it wished, but I do not think it does. Or rather, I decide as I look over the unassuming appearing companion by my side, he does not wish it to. They are connected, although I do not yet know how. I will.
The bear tucks my brother and I to its side like we are its own kind. That does surprise me. My purple eyes flash and then glint with amusement. A bear, after all, might be a far more benevolent mother than my own.
“And what if I wished it to hurt?” I ask evenly, absently, reaching out my nose to touch the heaving sides of the bear. She is massive, and smells of musk and earth and damp. I wonder what she would like torn to pieces.
I turn my gaze to Lokii.
“Tell me. How does she come to listen to you?”
K E R S E Y
the academic executioner
daughter of carnage and killgore
I do not tense, although truly anything could happen in this world of misguided magicians who consider themselves gods (unlike the true god, the iron god, our father). The lines of my body are expectant, bordering on rapture. Air moves quickly through my nose, and my eyes widen. I am acutely aware of the blood pumping through my heart.
It is not fear I feel.
A bear appears. I have not seen one before, but I have heard of them. It lumbers forth on all fours, a mass of disheveled hair and yellow teeth and hooked claws. It could kill me, if it wished, but I do not think it does. Or rather, I decide as I look over the unassuming appearing companion by my side, he does not wish it to. They are connected, although I do not yet know how. I will.
The bear tucks my brother and I to its side like we are its own kind. That does surprise me. My purple eyes flash and then glint with amusement. A bear, after all, might be a far more benevolent mother than my own.
“And what if I wished it to hurt?” I ask evenly, absently, reaching out my nose to touch the heaving sides of the bear. She is massive, and smells of musk and earth and damp. I wonder what she would like torn to pieces.
I turn my gaze to Lokii.
“Tell me. How does she come to listen to you?”
the academic executioner
daughter of carnage and killgore