A gruesome meal

[Praetor 1550]

Close by to Arethor, right next to the sprawling farms lies a body. Or what once was a body. The signs of a fight surround it, the ground covered in muddy tracks and torn grass. The body itself lies in a large pool of blood and torn flesh, it seems that something, or somebody went into a feeding frenzy upon the poor soul.

Where once was a face, only a half visible skull may be seen, strings of flesh and tendon hanging from it loosely, teeth marks, sharp ones, all over it. Both eyes balls seem to have been gouged out, no trace of them anymore. The throat of the man is torn out, teeth marks deep in the skin, blood still trickling from the fresh wound. The flesh seems to have been devoured down to the spine.

Only the legs seem to have gone by almost untouched, only a couple ragged bites having been torn out of the thighs. The chest is covered in multiple slash marks, and claw marks. These though, are overlayed by long strips of flesh, torn off the chest by vicious teeth. The lower body is much cleaner, a few cutmarks having been put into the stomach wall. Only a foot or two from the body, the innards are piled up in a "clean" pile. Upon the pinnacle of this gory mound, a single red rose lies, covered in a light frost...

[Guest Grey]

Gavin inspects the wounds, and knows from who or what they come from, he slowly stands up, and give the 'body' a small kick, speaking

"Poor bastard got caught by one of them..."

[Wretched 2075]

Knox strides his way around the Arethor buildings, following his usuall path, when his merry prance is halted by the foul, yet familiar stench of rotting flesh. Out of curiosity, Knox adjusts his path to near the source of the smell. He halts in his steps as the body comes into a view, the horrific sight causes a wide grin to spread across Knox's face as he dashes his way over for a closer inspection.

Knox kneels down next to the corpse, his eyes darting up and down the length of it's ravaged remains as he examines even the most minor of details. His gaze rests on what's left of the body's face, smirking with a slight admiration for the killer's handywork. After a few more moments of thoughtful staring, his eyes shift down the body to rest on the delicately placed rose...

Knox plucks the rose from where it lay, twirling it neatly round in circles between finger and thumb, griping it tightly at the stem. Releasing a soft sigh, he lays the rose back down exactly where it was placed, not wanting to ruin this beautiful image that clearly somebody had spent time trying to create.

Knox straightens himself off, brushing away the small sections of flesh that had stuck themselves to his suit. He then twirls himself round on the ball of one foot and continues his prance down the path. Pondering what the rose symbol could of meant... Shrugging, he decided that the answer would most likely present itself to him in due time.

[SkyyoBee 249]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.