there are nights when the wolves are silent
and only the horses howl
and only the horses howl
Mearys couldn't wrap her head around it.
A murder? In Delumine?
The girl could only envision a body laying like a ghoulish mannequin, the esophagus and arteries and organs impaling out like so much corrugated and frayed tubing. And who could look at a victim, helpless and afraid, and rip the life - joy, dreams, ambitions, will - from their trembling body?
It was like she was in a trance with the delicate shuffling of hooves over the ground and with shocked murmurs that were muffled in her ears at best. There was the look of sheer confusion on her porcelain features and she didn't know what to think about it all. It was strange being in a rank such as soldier, where their power and bulk was so necessary only at very specific times. It was like being important one moment and irrelevant the next, with sharp transitions between the two that made her head spin. It made sense to the girl that some things were confidential to all but the sovereign and his ranks just under and how other things could be free knowledge, but there was a horrible pain in that very fact.
How long had they known about the murders before bringing it to the attention of the herd? It could've been hours, days even.
It was a swift change, confusion to anger.
The feeling hissed through her body like deathly poison, screeching a demanded release. It was like a volcano sizzling; fury sweeping off of the girl in waves. The wrath consumed easily, engulfing her sense of hierarchy and destroying the boundaries of ranks all in the same breath. "Pardon?" The word was harsh and loud, demanding attention, demanding respect (she did not care that she was a lower rank than those who initially addressed her). "All we art arranging is furthered patrols to... hinder this from happening anew?" She doesn't quite believe it. "As trustworthy aid, I doth hope thee means inviting other courts for their eyes and ears for Delumine has't grown reclusive as a court and I feareth we nay longether has't the bravery to ask fer help when we urgently require it." It was not directed at just one, but all of them.
Maerys knew they all wanted to stay safe, but who was she if she didn't question the very horses in power? What if it was Emersyn who committed the crime and enlisted the warden for his aid in covering it all up? She would be insane to think it couldn't be one of the many that stood among them who committed these atrocities and feigned worry and innocence and anger to keep from being seen for who they truly were.
And all those did around her was speak and speak and every word stung, the sharp twist that fueled the fire she'd created within herself within the room.
They all stood and debated whilst mortal sins were being conducted mere miles away?
Every phrase from then on was like gasoline to it all, her jaw rooted.
A murder? In Delumine?
The girl could only envision a body laying like a ghoulish mannequin, the esophagus and arteries and organs impaling out like so much corrugated and frayed tubing. And who could look at a victim, helpless and afraid, and rip the life - joy, dreams, ambitions, will - from their trembling body?
It was like she was in a trance with the delicate shuffling of hooves over the ground and with shocked murmurs that were muffled in her ears at best. There was the look of sheer confusion on her porcelain features and she didn't know what to think about it all. It was strange being in a rank such as soldier, where their power and bulk was so necessary only at very specific times. It was like being important one moment and irrelevant the next, with sharp transitions between the two that made her head spin. It made sense to the girl that some things were confidential to all but the sovereign and his ranks just under and how other things could be free knowledge, but there was a horrible pain in that very fact.
How long had they known about the murders before bringing it to the attention of the herd? It could've been hours, days even.
It was a swift change, confusion to anger.
The feeling hissed through her body like deathly poison, screeching a demanded release. It was like a volcano sizzling; fury sweeping off of the girl in waves. The wrath consumed easily, engulfing her sense of hierarchy and destroying the boundaries of ranks all in the same breath. "Pardon?" The word was harsh and loud, demanding attention, demanding respect (she did not care that she was a lower rank than those who initially addressed her). "All we art arranging is furthered patrols to... hinder this from happening anew?" She doesn't quite believe it. "As trustworthy aid, I doth hope thee means inviting other courts for their eyes and ears for Delumine has't grown reclusive as a court and I feareth we nay longether has't the bravery to ask fer help when we urgently require it." It was not directed at just one, but all of them.
Maerys knew they all wanted to stay safe, but who was she if she didn't question the very horses in power? What if it was Emersyn who committed the crime and enlisted the warden for his aid in covering it all up? She would be insane to think it couldn't be one of the many that stood among them who committed these atrocities and feigned worry and innocence and anger to keep from being seen for who they truly were.
And all those did around her was speak and speak and every word stung, the sharp twist that fueled the fire she'd created within herself within the room.
They all stood and debated whilst mortal sins were being conducted mere miles away?
Every phrase from then on was like gasoline to it all, her jaw rooted.
yo sorry maerys is kinda a bitch and this post is everywhere lol
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