Decorations

[Amorphbutt 199]

 

Janehsi giggled in glee as she saw the elfess leave with her into the forest. Farther and farther away they went into the emerald green of Malinor. As soon as she was sure that they were far away enough from civilization, she turned to the ape. “Where is the kitten?” she asked like all the others did.

 

As if this had happened many times before, Janehsi simply pointed to a tree, a random tree, saying “The’awr. The’awr eet iss’a.” The elfess went to the tree, Janehsi following close behind. “Erm... where’s the kitten?” the elfess asked, looking to the kha’. Janehsi giggled. That’s all she did. Then, Janehsi put a skilled paw on her shoulder. “Righyt the’awr.” she purred soothingly, the elfess letting her guard down. Silly creature, the kharajyr thought as she slowly drew her dagger...

 

In an instant, a pained yelp came from the elfess, the dagger having been plunged deep into her side, Janehsi giggling and laughing dementedly seeing the ape’s pain. Slowly, the kha’ pulled the dagger out, the woman flumbling to grasp at the wound. “Wh-Why...?” the elfess asked, gasping as the crimson blood drained from the wound, droplets hitting the summer green grass.

 

Janehsi giggled. “Fur da fawn uff’a eet~” she purred as she stepped closer to the ape, a shrill cry heard.

 

 

Janehsi was wiping off the blood on her dagger with a bit of the elf’s dress. Looking to the mangled and mutilated corpse, she giggled. The elfess’s face was ripped apart, it’s lower jaw a few steps away, eyes gouged out, ears cut off, the skin on her face removed. Her chest to stomach was cut open, strangely with no organs within. She was more of a husk now that Janehsi was done with her, and looked nothing like what she originally looked like. Janehsi was getting better. Then she looked up, entrails hung on the trees of this area like Christmas lights. Already, carrion birds and flies swarmed to the open feast, the smell of flesh, sun exposed flesh filling her nostrils.

This was fun, while it lasted. Sheathing her dagger, she walked away from the blood drenched grove, the blood dripping from the strewn up organs casting a crimson light on the area.

[Moot 1719]

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