[private] This Is The End- {Violence}

[violence]

violence

She is a thing of fury; a woman with a core piece of herself ripped out with no rhyme or reason. All she knows is that the bones are no longer beside her and that it’s hard, to exist without them, for they had long been such a constant that she does not know how to act without them.
She has a horn, now, a black and dangerous thing; but it’s a small comfort to a woman who once spoke to bones, who once entered their minds like a pilot enters an aircraft. No, though she likes the weapon she now wields on her forehead, she’d give it up in a second for a moment more of the bones.

The man she sees is no one. A passerby whom she sees in one foolish instance, a bay roan nosing at the snow. She had never met him, nor he her, but it doesn’t matter – he seems suddenly responsible for this change, and she wonders: would the land that so cruelly took from her what she would not give respond to blood?
She knows much of sacrifice, her own mother is a foolish devotee to a power Violence does not care for (for she is the kind who much prefers to be worshipped rather than do the worshipping herself). But suddenly, the idea seems to have merit.
“You,” she breathes, suddenly before him, grinning a savage grin. Her horn catches the light.
“You could help me,” she says. It is not a question. She is still grinning.

I’d stay the hand of god, but war is on your lips

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