B U T C H E R

Something in me wants more. I can’t rest.

starter call // @rapaxis

Day in and day out, Ala Mhigan BUTCHER felt emotions and sentiments, unrepared internal damages and pain oft caused by own damned actions burning underneath pale skin akin to a tumor, forever facing nightmares such as she had shown them. One was granted no rest, no redemption, other people’s presence an inescapable CURSE; condemned guards and fellow Ala Mhigan no exception. This was the fate one deserved, no? Doomed by the hands of Garlean scientists and renowned / ACCURSED LIBERATOR ( ? ) LORD ZENOS promising foolish girl unbeatable power proving to be a fate worse than death... And now, WRETCHED SCIONS would not even grant her the latter! Upon noticing a visitor was approaching, BUTCHER’S apathetic gaze zoned in on iron door to met the other’s gaze for a mere second before own sight again dipped onto the dirt-caked floor, lips pressing into a thin line. Oh, how NOBLE blonde Scion must feel, taking precious time to visit someone so disgusted and pretending to care. A game one had no intention to play, unless the other was there to FINISH THE JOB and thus granting fallen one to embrace final wish, what was the point of this deplorable encounter? Ignoring uttered question, butcher took a route of her own, gaze again lifting to train on female’s features before spitting out own inquiry. 

      < ☾ > GLARE INTO BUTCHER’S EYES, & tell me that you can IGNORE the glimmer of a cracked mirror; reflections found in paths chosen & taken. Depending on the shift of light you could LEER into own bitterness when starring into ‘GUARD’S’ very features. A mien distorted by rage / BLIND HATRED; all hail us! Insatiable fools … ah, you sense this burning, this looming / CANCEROUS entity building up beneath SAVAGE’s skin. You sense it, because you know this desire / WANT WANT WANT better than anyone. Ravishing, clawing its way up your throat to nestle on a sharpened tongue. Oh, ire never slept, never rested, never ceased. It burnt on, scorching feeble bones with its blazing hunger. – aye, when VICEROY turns to step towards the balcony, eyes flicker. Unyielding glare narrowed by both DESPAIR / DISGUST. To yield to utter hatred turned one into an ugly, irredeemable thing. How disgusting it thus felt to encounter another of her piteous kind.

It was impossible to remain a naive, primitive PREY in a world of predators, a feeble flower waiting to one day be crushed under the heavy boots of the Empire; one knew what had to be done, but own people were WEAK, own people too blind and scared to take action and thus preventing a nation of collapsing into pitiful rubble on the ground. It was a matter of keeping own head aflot; relentless ‘BUTCHER’ would not idly stand stand still and watch her people drown, but rather take act achieve GLORY.  Noble promise whispered since the day stones fell, those attempting resistance would PAY. One was given a chance, a name, citizenship and a VOICE from those deeming her a mere SAVAGE, handed out tasks were carried out with honour and righteousness, own mind CONVINCED she was aiding own homeland to become liberated while gaining the acceptance of those who occupied it in the first place. A mantra hammered within griefed skull whenever a flicker of doubt would ignine; SURVIVIE, SUVRIVE, SURVIVE, these are good people, what you are doing is right. Given task from Zenos this time was to GUARD the Viceroy of Doma, a state going beyond what own strenght was fighting for, however, orders were not to be questioned, and one did not intend to do so. One had heard... Rumors about this renowned female, however, own mind RESET upon entering her chamber, gaze meeting the satin curtain of hair flowing down a perfectly shaped back, nostrils picking up a faint scent of PERFUME mixed with exhaled smoke.