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Better to be hurt by the truth than comforted by a lie -
♕[abbr=male jaguar, 290lbs, no mate/offspring, physically difficult, mentally difficult]tags[/abbr]-[abbr=wall walker, invisibility, intangibility,enhanced senses]powers[/abbr]♕
[OOC: ]
Unbearable.
Perhaps if the corpse had committed some unspeakable crime. But knowing the Ardent.. any little blow to his ego was huge. But Jesus.
He couldn't help but close his eyes. His stomach lurched. He didn't wince. He couldn't help but hear the visceral squelches and shattering symphonies of bones splintering and snapping.
He swallowed.
Don't look. Don't look.
But he had to.
Because there was worse horrors in the world. And if he didn't... it would show weakness.
Eyes would open all at once. They didn't widen. But his legs stiffened.
The fox was dripping in crimson. Some perverted baptism. Who knew so much red could spill.
He did.
Funny that one grew up knowing of violence all their life. But one did not truly know violence until it was savagely demonstrated before them in a manner that they could never forget. This image was burned in his mind. From the decimated torso to the floating eye.
The sacrificial lamb. Take this heart. Offer it to the gods of pride and self image. Rip the eye and let the world see what I could do. Throw it in her face, let them all see that I will take what you love and destroy it before you. Let me break your reality with every broken bone. Let me shatter your reality to prove a point. To show I am great.
Is that why Jervis did what he did?
Disgusting.
Kydobi snorted and stood up. He would do nothing to help the girl. Perhaps she would remember this, and when she was freed... Hold it against him. Kydobi sighed, if only she knew he had tried before in more subtle ways.
"Have you had your fun Ardent?", he pitied her. Chained. Close your eyes child. She hadn't begun to scream yet. And for some reason, the possibility of her not making any noise was far more unnerving. Silence would mean Jervis had broken her down so far that there would be no return. Many would recede so far into their own minds to escape the horrors before them. Few ever found their way back out.
Stay strong.
"May I ask what this is all for? I..... arrived late."
He was trying to gain context. In hopes that this would somehow justify the torture. But it wouldn't. Nothing could. But whatever sick excuse the fox had...
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♕[abbr=male jaguar, 290lbs, no mate/offspring, physically difficult, mentally difficult]tags[/abbr]-[abbr=wall walker, invisibility, intangibility,enhanced senses]powers[/abbr]♕
[OOC: ]
Unbearable.
Perhaps if the corpse had committed some unspeakable crime. But knowing the Ardent.. any little blow to his ego was huge. But Jesus.
He couldn't help but close his eyes. His stomach lurched. He didn't wince. He couldn't help but hear the visceral squelches and shattering symphonies of bones splintering and snapping.
He swallowed.
Don't look. Don't look.
But he had to.
Because there was worse horrors in the world. And if he didn't... it would show weakness.
Eyes would open all at once. They didn't widen. But his legs stiffened.
The fox was dripping in crimson. Some perverted baptism. Who knew so much red could spill.
He did.
Funny that one grew up knowing of violence all their life. But one did not truly know violence until it was savagely demonstrated before them in a manner that they could never forget. This image was burned in his mind. From the decimated torso to the floating eye.
The sacrificial lamb. Take this heart. Offer it to the gods of pride and self image. Rip the eye and let the world see what I could do. Throw it in her face, let them all see that I will take what you love and destroy it before you. Let me break your reality with every broken bone. Let me shatter your reality to prove a point. To show I am great.
Is that why Jervis did what he did?
Disgusting.
Kydobi snorted and stood up. He would do nothing to help the girl. Perhaps she would remember this, and when she was freed... Hold it against him. Kydobi sighed, if only she knew he had tried before in more subtle ways.
"Have you had your fun Ardent?", he pitied her. Chained. Close your eyes child. She hadn't begun to scream yet. And for some reason, the possibility of her not making any noise was far more unnerving. Silence would mean Jervis had broken her down so far that there would be no return. Many would recede so far into their own minds to escape the horrors before them. Few ever found their way back out.
Stay strong.
"May I ask what this is all for? I..... arrived late."
He was trying to gain context. In hopes that this would somehow justify the torture. But it wouldn't. Nothing could. But whatever sick excuse the fox had...