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                                   [ withmobius || starter call ]

      [ ☀ ] – “What claim do you have to thinking you are so important that you ask this of me?”

    For once, Kars felt the need to forwardly address someone without waiting for anything other cue besides their own questioning; questioning of him, much less. No doubt this had been done on a whim. A whim that would land her in a rather bad position if she continued to pursue it. Although he was not in the slightest bit interested in exerting much effort in ridding himself of her since it would be a fairly simple task that shouldn’t have to be done in the first place should she knew what not to do through inferring,  that hardly made this excusable.

          “Just answer the goddamn question,”

This wasn’t the wisest decision. Yet most of her decisions weren’t wise to start with, emotion was what usually drove her actions. Kid pressed on, knowing nothing of manners or polite questions. Nicely asking a question? No, she'd much rather get it straight, beating around the bush wasn't her thing.

LEGENDS TELL of strange happenings in these woods: s a c r i f i c e s  made to a  hungry god,  in the name of WORSHIP  and  a  bountiful  harvest.  They  send  their children for appeasement, they send not their weapons and wage not WAR, but seek to  tamper  with  demons and a force of nature  b e y o n d  their control with the blood of innocents.   ( But their offerings are corrupted, he must remind himself  —  they are good for no more than  practice  than  as  opposed to the intent of giving him a meal to satiate his GLUTTONY. It’s  quite  pitiful, really, to see it go to waste, but it matters little to him. )

PERHAPS  a  death  sentence  would  be too good for this one, too easy. He kills them out of obligation, nary out of a true WANT to do so,  as tributes must pay the price for their  t r a n s g r e s s i o n s,  in  this  life  or the one PREVIOUS.   ( He will make you whole again, child;  he  will  purify  you  as  they  have sought to do. You    are    no    more    than    a    pawn,    correct ? You are but one cog in a catastrophic plan,  and  you are a  m i s t a k e. They could make do without you. )

HE UNDERSTANDS, DEAR.  He knows why you flee.

COWARD – !!   The Hunter strides forth,  parting  the trees with his talons, shattering the earth beneath his heel.  All  will  bow  before  his  VENGEANCE. And so the  h u n t  begins.

Can she run farther? Away from these shadows and the torment and neglect. Can she regain breath, pick herself up and flee. She was so tired, she always ran, never stopping. Kid knew nothing else, running from the church, her mother, herself. She was always running. 

And perhaps this fate was better than the last, than the prison she resided in for so long-- too long. Tears welled in her tired eyes, was anybody looking for her? That’s all she ever wanted, all would be forgiven if they worried and searched and cried. It would be alright! That’s all she wanted, was for them to care.