Killgore listens to her youngest child, full of talk this one was. Several inquiries and thoughts spill from the girls purpled mouth, and a few times Gore must cut her short. She thought that otherwise, she may not get a word in. ”You say that now, perhaps all children do. When you are my age you will wonder where the time went and how do you get it back.” Her dark eyes inspect the crushed fledgling quickly, and without much interest. There wasnt really much to look at anyways, splatters of insides and a pool of blood. Nothing she hasn’t seen before. ”No, I suppose you wouldn’t have to be very big to do such a thing. You could even do it now if you wanted, Kirin has a way with words at times. He doesn’t like to be dirty though, and he wont take to seeing you such a mess either.” Her eyes flicked to the spots of blood here or there. The layer of dirt the girl had smudged across her own face. Kirin was very particular.
The second bird is pinned to the ground, Killgore’s ears swivel to meet the cries wondering how this one shall perish. Her thought is quickly answered and soon the starling is missing it’s head. She curls a lip, where had the bird been? Nasty, dirty creatures, and all that fluff in one’s mouth. No, she did not care for this task herself but she would not deny Kersey her own experiments. ”Not quite a God I would think, or a Goddess for that matter. Can such a thing be obtained? Yes, I think it can. As far as serving, here we serve Khaos. Perhaps if we serve him well enough, and do works in his name, if we do deeds to please. Maybe then we can ascend and be more than what we are. ‘Gods’ you say.” Why did she always speak so cryptically? Well, fair to say Killgore’s mind was warped, far more than it had ever been to begin with. She wouldn’t hear it though, any ill words against their beliefs here in the Cove.
”Mmmm, would you my sweetling? Yes, that should be most pleasant. Two you have, brothers that is. Of my flesh and yours, but many more than that in all. You are all siblings truly, regardless of how or whom brought you to this world, which womb you may have escaped. Do not let anyway lie to you otherwise, nothing is more important than your brothers, your sisters. Promise me you will remember?” She wasn’t asking, not really. It was their job to stay together, it was important, she knew that much. They had been trying to hunt them all down, to sniff them out across the lands and bring them here. It was where they all belonged, they would find them, make no mistake. She calls loudly, a flock fleeing a nearby hill, and she waited, looking to the skies.
