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Posted by Orestes on January 31, 2009, 1:27 am, in reply to "evil is ubiquitous;"
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Dauphine finds her first.
I don’t know what’s worse, a ratty looking fawn that smells as bad as it looks, or the impossible beauty that followed behind it grinning impishly at her as she stumbled on. She walks; she trips; she bleats when he kicks her and tells her to move faster; she screams his name in some terrible, unnatural sounding voice when he tells her he’ll hurt her if she stops. It’s about as disturbing a mental image as it is hilarious – it just depends on what kind of a person you are when you see it.
…Or horse, I guess.
Horses wouldn’t do this in the real world though. Neither do they light themselves on fire the way Orestes does now; a flaming torch in the middle of a green field, lighting grass and other things on fire as he carves his own path into the wilderness with a very frightened baby deer leading the way. A deer who is now missing both her eyes from the force of his kick.
“Dauphine faster.” He shoves her, she warbles her cry. She doesn’t feel pain really, not anymore, not when Orestes has scorched her past recognition to where she’s nothing but muscle, matted fur, and bone that somehow – someway – manages to hold itself together.
It’s beyond magic that helps her. Maybe she’s just a masochist. Maybe she act out of pure sedition.
Whatever it is, it keeps him drawn.
Sometimes he wishes he could be immortal like her.
Sometimes he wishes…
Mm, sometimes.
It’s not long before the mare is discovered, here, in the silkscreen of rain and grimy weather and duskiness of it all. Dauphine is in mid-punt when he stops, her cowering figure relaxing when she sees his leg drop back down.
“How very coltish of me.” He says, whether he means it or not doesn’t necessarily matter. Orestes merely grins at her, his pearl white face and simmering golden eyes wrought with some kind of…thing.
Whatever that could mean…
“While I’m no the topic—“ Orestes turns to her a little more, “—would you like a try?”
That’s right, find a hot girl and ask her to help you kill a kitten.
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