#drahn

THWACK.

Another splatter painted his ankles. The cuts stung, but the pain sloughed off him in waves, every loud throb in his head cleansing his worn body of any feeling. Eyes wide and teeth clenched, he pulled the makeshift implement free from his target, thin arms hoisting it over himself again. A drip of its pale, corrupted blood landed on his forehead and traveled down the bridge of his nose.

For the first time he vocalized his attack, letting out the loudest ragged roar his small body could manage. 

THWACK.

He brought the slab of pig iron down on the creature’s skull again and it warped strangely, bringing an end to its unnatural twitching and moaning. His hands burned, but once more the throb from his head wiped the sensation from him, even as he regarded his slashed and bruised palms.

He slowly stepped back from the corpse--which had already begun to decompose into twinkling aetheric stars--and watched it closely, his body shaking and breaths uneven and quick. He was too young to truly understand resentment, but watching this horrific, cruel thing become something so beautiful gave him basis for the sentiment, and his expression twisted, teeth bared and brow lowered. 

Blood squeezed between his tiny fingers as his hands knot into fists, and he shook further as his head lowered and shoulders tightened, an anger with no target left wracking his entire being.

He felt something touch his shoulder and the fury that possessed him suddenly fled, replaced by the fear that had driven him before. He whipped around and lifted his stained, clenched fists him front of himself, stumbling backwards through the sea of stars that his dead foe had left.

“Take it easy...” she mumbled. It was a tall woman, a Galdjen, with dark, greying hair and gleaming black armour that stood out against the overbearing light that streamed in from outside the farm shed. The silhouette of a massive blade peeked over her shoulder and below her leg. She gave him a once-over, her silvery gaze lingering on his shredded hands before looking into his own eyes.

Though fearful he returned the stare, his mouth drawn into a tight-lipped frown and fists still at the ready. He saw that her armour was stained, viciously painted with the pale blood of the light monsters, and let out a small exhalation in response to the realization.

“You’re the only one left, kid,” she whispered, her face easing with the words, “so we need to get you out of here. I’ll protect you.”

reached the il mheg part of msq again, and got inspired to make a pair of characters from the voeburt era!