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revivalproject2023-09-03 09:51 pm
belladonic) wrote in revivalproject2023-09-03 09:51 pm
And ate the fellow, raw
WHO: Claudia and 🥩you🥩
WHERE: Near the mine entrance, and near the fountain
WHAT: Claudia is always hungry
WHEN: After being freed from the Warrens
WARNINGS: Read this before tagging! Animal death right at the top.
a. outskirts
The stench of the carcass worsened as the blood cooled and congealed. It was already strange and sour, more than the usual earthy, gamy taste of a wild creature, tainted with fear and sick with watching fire rain from the sky. The thing had been thin and trembling, venturing at long last back to a familiar grazing ground only to find no safety there still. Claudia sat hunched on a felled log next to where it remained, its wild blood warming her through and staining her from chin to navel. Worse still, it was in her hair. Hair that had been growing increasingly untamed, difficult to control under the best conditions and with the help of expert hands, now subject to being torn through with a brittle stick as Claudia tried in vain to comb it. The struggle made it almost impossible to appreciate the hum and sing of nightlife around her, insects and frogs, or what sounded like them, darting through the underbrush, fat and unafraid after their predators were drained from the veins of this wood, flowing away from the volcano, and leaving the earth lush under the density of ash. It should have been a welcome song after being in the unnatural depths of those tunnels. And then there was the smell.
It hadn't taken Claudia long to return to the site of their burial, tiptoeing curiously around the mouth of that cave, sniffing the air for the fungal presence of the dancing mushrooms. The dark of it seemed to crouch threateningly in the moonlight now, and she had thrown a stone into that gaping maw, listening to it clatter down the tunnel until the sound had disturbed something above it. It made her stomach growl. Sniffing at it now, she wasn't sure how that was, and yet even with the taste still on her tongue she felt the hunger claw at her again. She brandished the stick she was trying to use as a comb at the carcass and admonished, "I don't even like you," like the rot and bones could do anything about it now. In response, a beetle came wiggling up through the slick of it, torn skin sliding off of its polished shell. Claudia bared her fangs, and turned her nose up to the wind again, searching for another warm body.
b. downtown
Without the glownies in their enclosure, the wind seemed to rattle the rafters and the straw on the ground looked one more night from blowing away. The flies didn't even remain, followed to wherever the herd had fled when abandoned, leaving only Claudia sitting on the fence where she could kick her legs and look mournfully into the empty sprawl. It wasn't even that she wanted the glownies to be there, for a fact; with no trace of them, she could only imagine the great mass of them all running together through the trees, and that was wonderful. And they weren't even that appetizing. But she was hungry, and one of those beasts would have at least come and eaten from her hand with its big, stupid eyes, completely unaware of its impending end. The other beasts around here weren't so easy to find out at night. Maybe, if she was lucky, she'd spy one wandering through he square, alone as most of them ever seemed to be, trusting the world to be so gentle with them even after it had spit fire at them.
She slipped from the fence and went skipping out into the fresh air, under the shimmer of the moon at its peak in the sky, and paused there to carefully fix her skirt and her hair, and tested a trembling pout before evaluating herself with a slightly unimpressed twist of her mouth. It was probably convincing enough for the meat. Now she just had to wait, turning her ear up to listen for any approach, like she wasn't in the centre of the city that should have been teeming like blood under the skin even at this hour of the night. Instead, it was like she was waiting for a lonely farmer to stumble out to the swamp to relieve himself.
There, a sound. Claudia glanced around herself to pluck up a stone torn loose from some damage to the building above, raising it over her head to drop unceremoniously to the road and let the sound of it ring through the dark streets. A beat later, she cried, "Oh, no," as miserable as she could manage. It took her another second to consider that she should maybe be on the ground for the most effective performance, and gingerly lowered herself, patting away the pebbles that might dig into her legs where she lounged.
WHERE: Near the mine entrance, and near the fountain
WHAT: Claudia is always hungry
WHEN: After being freed from the Warrens
WARNINGS: Read this before tagging! Animal death right at the top.
a. outskirts
The stench of the carcass worsened as the blood cooled and congealed. It was already strange and sour, more than the usual earthy, gamy taste of a wild creature, tainted with fear and sick with watching fire rain from the sky. The thing had been thin and trembling, venturing at long last back to a familiar grazing ground only to find no safety there still. Claudia sat hunched on a felled log next to where it remained, its wild blood warming her through and staining her from chin to navel. Worse still, it was in her hair. Hair that had been growing increasingly untamed, difficult to control under the best conditions and with the help of expert hands, now subject to being torn through with a brittle stick as Claudia tried in vain to comb it. The struggle made it almost impossible to appreciate the hum and sing of nightlife around her, insects and frogs, or what sounded like them, darting through the underbrush, fat and unafraid after their predators were drained from the veins of this wood, flowing away from the volcano, and leaving the earth lush under the density of ash. It should have been a welcome song after being in the unnatural depths of those tunnels. And then there was the smell.
It hadn't taken Claudia long to return to the site of their burial, tiptoeing curiously around the mouth of that cave, sniffing the air for the fungal presence of the dancing mushrooms. The dark of it seemed to crouch threateningly in the moonlight now, and she had thrown a stone into that gaping maw, listening to it clatter down the tunnel until the sound had disturbed something above it. It made her stomach growl. Sniffing at it now, she wasn't sure how that was, and yet even with the taste still on her tongue she felt the hunger claw at her again. She brandished the stick she was trying to use as a comb at the carcass and admonished, "I don't even like you," like the rot and bones could do anything about it now. In response, a beetle came wiggling up through the slick of it, torn skin sliding off of its polished shell. Claudia bared her fangs, and turned her nose up to the wind again, searching for another warm body.
b. downtown
Without the glownies in their enclosure, the wind seemed to rattle the rafters and the straw on the ground looked one more night from blowing away. The flies didn't even remain, followed to wherever the herd had fled when abandoned, leaving only Claudia sitting on the fence where she could kick her legs and look mournfully into the empty sprawl. It wasn't even that she wanted the glownies to be there, for a fact; with no trace of them, she could only imagine the great mass of them all running together through the trees, and that was wonderful. And they weren't even that appetizing. But she was hungry, and one of those beasts would have at least come and eaten from her hand with its big, stupid eyes, completely unaware of its impending end. The other beasts around here weren't so easy to find out at night. Maybe, if she was lucky, she'd spy one wandering through he square, alone as most of them ever seemed to be, trusting the world to be so gentle with them even after it had spit fire at them.
She slipped from the fence and went skipping out into the fresh air, under the shimmer of the moon at its peak in the sky, and paused there to carefully fix her skirt and her hair, and tested a trembling pout before evaluating herself with a slightly unimpressed twist of her mouth. It was probably convincing enough for the meat. Now she just had to wait, turning her ear up to listen for any approach, like she wasn't in the centre of the city that should have been teeming like blood under the skin even at this hour of the night. Instead, it was like she was waiting for a lonely farmer to stumble out to the swamp to relieve himself.
There, a sound. Claudia glanced around herself to pluck up a stone torn loose from some damage to the building above, raising it over her head to drop unceremoniously to the road and let the sound of it ring through the dark streets. A beat later, she cried, "Oh, no," as miserable as she could manage. It took her another second to consider that she should maybe be on the ground for the most effective performance, and gingerly lowered herself, patting away the pebbles that might dig into her legs where she lounged.
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