A Brutal Slaughter
Jan 6, 2014 22:26:15 GMT -5
Post by JonsieMcJones on Jan 6, 2014 22:26:15 GMT -5
"I'll take care of him."
A sick bull stood with sides heaving, glaring with dark eyes through the poles of his pen, smoke whirled from his flared nostrils. A pair of cool blue eyes stared back with false concern. Turning her gaze to her father, little fourteen year old Missouri smiled a gentle, reassuring smile. A concerned look was given back, "Missouri, he's a big boy sick or not, I'll get one of the hands to handle him." He stated, though in his tired stony tone it was easy to tell he knew that he has already lost this battle. He was afraid of her. They all were. This tiny little blond girl, as innocent looking as can be, how could she inflict such fear into a grown man?
Things like this didn't happen a whole lot, though they had happened before. A healthy animal suddenly falling ill, no precursors or signs of decreasing health, it hit suddenly and that was that. They suspected poison. They were right. As he peered down at his daughter she flashed him an award winning smile, "Oh Papa, don't worry, I'll be okay." She noted as she took a lead rope and headed toward the pen. Standing on the bottom pole she leaned in and hooked the rope to his halter, eyes flashing with malice as she stared at the sickly herd animal. Raising his head his horns clattered weakly against the wood, "You still have some fight in you." She whispered as she smirked down at the beast, "Good, I like fight."
With that she lifted the lead and tugged him toward the opening gate. Safe on the other side she watched as he missed a step though recovered with a snort. When the games really began he would fight for his life. He would lose, but he would fight, just like the others. Long gone were the days where she dismembered helpless kittens, the thrill had gone and so she moved on to bigger game, she needed something that could fight her- but not too much of course. She wasn't going to risk her life for a kill. No, but she was okay getting a little banged up in the process. The pain was beautiful, it was blissful, almost as much so as the cries of fear and anguish as she sank knives into the beasts. Felt the blood spill onto her fingers, sticky and warm. This bull wasn't one of their best, he was quite small and gangly, though he had a nice set of horns, shaved down, but still.
Opening the gate she tugged on the lead giving a wave to her father who, with an anguished look, waved back. A fake smile plastered on his lips. That poor creature. They didn't know the details, they turned a blind eye and ignored the screams from the clearing in the back forest. What she did to them they couldn't say, though the bodies were never found, the cries of the dying were enough to bring his wife to tears. They wouldn't speak out against her. It was true that they feared her, but they also loved her, loved the sweet girl that they thought she once was. Right now she wasn't hurting anyone and these sorts of things only happened once in a blue moon. They could pretend they didn't notice and go on with their lives.
Making her way down a frequently traveled path Missouri lead the weak and nearly docile bull into the forest and toward a small clearing a ways out. All the while she hummed a little tune under her breath. She seemed quite cheerful, a happy girl, no one ever suspected what a monster she was. As she pulled the beast forward she switched his lead for a heavy chain which she circled once behind his forelegs and then up around his neck. She had to make sure that he couldn't run too far, and that he could only charge so far. She wasn't stupid, in fact, she was incredibly intelligent. The chain was already wrapped a few times around the trunk of a large tree which stood tall and strong.
As she was preparing and getting him properly secured, the brute seemed to be getting antsy. Whether it was the smell of death that lingered or the weight of the chains no one could be sure. Nonetheless he stomped and snorted, shifting his weight and tossing his head anxiously, "There, there, the fun hasn't even begun yet." She muttered gently as she patted him on the right shoulder before stepping back. Turning away from him she headed a few feet away toward a knotted ancient tree with a large hole in the trunk. Reaching in she moved away some leaves and pulled out something wrapped in fabric. Unrolling the item her fingers touched the cool metal blade of a knife. As she looked at it in the sunlight she frowned at the crusted blood near the hilt, scratching it off with a clean fingernail.
Content with small cleaning she had given her old friend, she twisted the blade in her hand, rotating and spinning it between her fingers. Shifting the fabric bundle some more she took out a few smaller throwing knives which were much cleaner than the previous larger one. Turning toward the beast she smirked, "Alright big boy, time to play." Twisting a smaller knife she held it by the tip of the blade and flicked her wrist, sending it flying at the unsuspecting animal.
7OiXDmm9200+9000
Deep gash on stomach - 9 damage
As the knife went whirling through the air, it hit with a hard thud, the projectile slashing down the bull's side with the hilt gleaming as the blade lodged in the great creature's side. She had aimed well and he screamed in pain and shock, kicking out his hind legs as he tried to make a break for freedom. With those heavy chains around his neck and chest he didn't make it far before he was jerked back with quite a bit of force, "Oh, now, now no need to make such a fuss." She grinned, crystalline eyes gleaming with malice. This was only the beginning. There was still a long way to go before he would be truly free.
200+9000A sick bull stood with sides heaving, glaring with dark eyes through the poles of his pen, smoke whirled from his flared nostrils. A pair of cool blue eyes stared back with false concern. Turning her gaze to her father, little fourteen year old Missouri smiled a gentle, reassuring smile. A concerned look was given back, "Missouri, he's a big boy sick or not, I'll get one of the hands to handle him." He stated, though in his tired stony tone it was easy to tell he knew that he has already lost this battle. He was afraid of her. They all were. This tiny little blond girl, as innocent looking as can be, how could she inflict such fear into a grown man?
Things like this didn't happen a whole lot, though they had happened before. A healthy animal suddenly falling ill, no precursors or signs of decreasing health, it hit suddenly and that was that. They suspected poison. They were right. As he peered down at his daughter she flashed him an award winning smile, "Oh Papa, don't worry, I'll be okay." She noted as she took a lead rope and headed toward the pen. Standing on the bottom pole she leaned in and hooked the rope to his halter, eyes flashing with malice as she stared at the sickly herd animal. Raising his head his horns clattered weakly against the wood, "You still have some fight in you." She whispered as she smirked down at the beast, "Good, I like fight."
With that she lifted the lead and tugged him toward the opening gate. Safe on the other side she watched as he missed a step though recovered with a snort. When the games really began he would fight for his life. He would lose, but he would fight, just like the others. Long gone were the days where she dismembered helpless kittens, the thrill had gone and so she moved on to bigger game, she needed something that could fight her- but not too much of course. She wasn't going to risk her life for a kill. No, but she was okay getting a little banged up in the process. The pain was beautiful, it was blissful, almost as much so as the cries of fear and anguish as she sank knives into the beasts. Felt the blood spill onto her fingers, sticky and warm. This bull wasn't one of their best, he was quite small and gangly, though he had a nice set of horns, shaved down, but still.
Opening the gate she tugged on the lead giving a wave to her father who, with an anguished look, waved back. A fake smile plastered on his lips. That poor creature. They didn't know the details, they turned a blind eye and ignored the screams from the clearing in the back forest. What she did to them they couldn't say, though the bodies were never found, the cries of the dying were enough to bring his wife to tears. They wouldn't speak out against her. It was true that they feared her, but they also loved her, loved the sweet girl that they thought she once was. Right now she wasn't hurting anyone and these sorts of things only happened once in a blue moon. They could pretend they didn't notice and go on with their lives.
Making her way down a frequently traveled path Missouri lead the weak and nearly docile bull into the forest and toward a small clearing a ways out. All the while she hummed a little tune under her breath. She seemed quite cheerful, a happy girl, no one ever suspected what a monster she was. As she pulled the beast forward she switched his lead for a heavy chain which she circled once behind his forelegs and then up around his neck. She had to make sure that he couldn't run too far, and that he could only charge so far. She wasn't stupid, in fact, she was incredibly intelligent. The chain was already wrapped a few times around the trunk of a large tree which stood tall and strong.
As she was preparing and getting him properly secured, the brute seemed to be getting antsy. Whether it was the smell of death that lingered or the weight of the chains no one could be sure. Nonetheless he stomped and snorted, shifting his weight and tossing his head anxiously, "There, there, the fun hasn't even begun yet." She muttered gently as she patted him on the right shoulder before stepping back. Turning away from him she headed a few feet away toward a knotted ancient tree with a large hole in the trunk. Reaching in she moved away some leaves and pulled out something wrapped in fabric. Unrolling the item her fingers touched the cool metal blade of a knife. As she looked at it in the sunlight she frowned at the crusted blood near the hilt, scratching it off with a clean fingernail.
Content with small cleaning she had given her old friend, she twisted the blade in her hand, rotating and spinning it between her fingers. Shifting the fabric bundle some more she took out a few smaller throwing knives which were much cleaner than the previous larger one. Turning toward the beast she smirked, "Alright big boy, time to play." Twisting a smaller knife she held it by the tip of the blade and flicked her wrist, sending it flying at the unsuspecting animal.
7OiXDmm9200+9000
Deep gash on stomach - 9 damage
As the knife went whirling through the air, it hit with a hard thud, the projectile slashing down the bull's side with the hilt gleaming as the blade lodged in the great creature's side. She had aimed well and he screamed in pain and shock, kicking out his hind legs as he tried to make a break for freedom. With those heavy chains around his neck and chest he didn't make it far before he was jerked back with quite a bit of force, "Oh, now, now no need to make such a fuss." She grinned, crystalline eyes gleaming with malice. This was only the beginning. There was still a long way to go before he would be truly free.
