Eternity RPC Board
11-12-2019, 05:21 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-13-2019, 03:20 PM by Seperallis.)
"Pure selfish hubris, child." Mildred replied to Elke's sudden outburst with crossed arms, "The gods made them, and...and who are you to remove them because you don't like them? A world without werewolves is unnatural, and it is already a travesty that they have been absent for so long!"
"Mildred," Nevina said, trying to wrest control of the conversation, "where have your werewolves gone?"
"No."
"No?" Nevina's eyes narrowed at this simple, seeming non sequitur. "No, what?"
"No, I won't tell you and let you hurt these sweet boys." Mildred's arms and expression remained cross, and the candles, books, and other ends eavesdropping overhead lazily floated to vacant spots upon the once-cupboards-turned-shelves. The pot of tea, once hissing gently, calmed to a quiet pool while embers beneath is licked left and right, unable to find either home or exit. "They're good boys; I'm not going to just make it easier for you to kill them for the crime of existing."
"Whether I do it or not, someone will kill them," said Nevina, letting the words sink in as she matched the witch's gaze. At some point the end of the cylindrical case on her had become unclasped - or maybe, as far as Elke was concerned, it had been that way all along - and one hand rested upon the familiar etchings of the flute within. "If not myself, then they will live a life of fear and anguish spreading pain until they succumb to a prolonged and agonizing death; I will make it swift. The world will not suffer werewolves, and a handful of werewolves are not ready for this world."
"Then I will continue to work on their return, and the world should make ready for them," said Mildred, unmoving within her chair, though a brushing sensation casually began to slide up Elke's calves and back as she spoke, the glow of the fireplace and candles growing softer as the air began to press in like pillows. "And I will start with a replacement for sweet little Timothy."
"Mildred," Nevina said, trying to wrest control of the conversation, "where have your werewolves gone?"
"No."
"No?" Nevina's eyes narrowed at this simple, seeming non sequitur. "No, what?"
"No, I won't tell you and let you hurt these sweet boys." Mildred's arms and expression remained cross, and the candles, books, and other ends eavesdropping overhead lazily floated to vacant spots upon the once-cupboards-turned-shelves. The pot of tea, once hissing gently, calmed to a quiet pool while embers beneath is licked left and right, unable to find either home or exit. "They're good boys; I'm not going to just make it easier for you to kill them for the crime of existing."
"Whether I do it or not, someone will kill them," said Nevina, letting the words sink in as she matched the witch's gaze. At some point the end of the cylindrical case on her had become unclasped - or maybe, as far as Elke was concerned, it had been that way all along - and one hand rested upon the familiar etchings of the flute within. "If not myself, then they will live a life of fear and anguish spreading pain until they succumb to a prolonged and agonizing death; I will make it swift. The world will not suffer werewolves, and a handful of werewolves are not ready for this world."
"Then I will continue to work on their return, and the world should make ready for them," said Mildred, unmoving within her chair, though a brushing sensation casually began to slide up Elke's calves and back as she spoke, the glow of the fireplace and candles growing softer as the air began to press in like pillows. "And I will start with a replacement for sweet little Timothy."