- around the dorms - friday morning - 5/29
...she'd checked first, of course.
When she'd seen the strange creature crawl out of the sewer, she'd immediately thought of Soukh. Perhaps he'd filled up quicker than expected, perhaps he'd come early to warn her of something, perhaps he could shrink himself as her sapphire had shrunk. Fiona had almost lost her hand before realizing it was most definitely an alligator as opposed to a crocodile. The goldfish had cinched it, however:
Not Soukh. Or anything like him.
She'd thought to retreat, to simply get away, when she'd found two more coming around behind her and the happiness of the last few days drained from her like a tub with the plug pulled. Now, it seemed, was a time for cutting. She'd played nice and they didn't want to. It frustrated her.
It wasn't so much a slaughter as a blur, the silver yo-yo flashing in the morning light. One minute there were three alligators circling around her, the next there were the preparations for a very interesting alligator/goldfish cookout. And rather a lot of 'sauce'.
After a brief thrill of satisfaction at cutting again, the energy drained from her and she felt tired as she looked at her work. She really really hoped there weren't any more of these things...
[mostly establishy, though you're welcome to catch her at it]
When she'd seen the strange creature crawl out of the sewer, she'd immediately thought of Soukh. Perhaps he'd filled up quicker than expected, perhaps he'd come early to warn her of something, perhaps he could shrink himself as her sapphire had shrunk. Fiona had almost lost her hand before realizing it was most definitely an alligator as opposed to a crocodile. The goldfish had cinched it, however:
Not Soukh. Or anything like him.
She'd thought to retreat, to simply get away, when she'd found two more coming around behind her and the happiness of the last few days drained from her like a tub with the plug pulled. Now, it seemed, was a time for cutting. She'd played nice and they didn't want to. It frustrated her.
It wasn't so much a slaughter as a blur, the silver yo-yo flashing in the morning light. One minute there were three alligators circling around her, the next there were the preparations for a very interesting alligator/goldfish cookout. And rather a lot of 'sauce'.
After a brief thrill of satisfaction at cutting again, the energy drained from her and she felt tired as she looked at her work. She really really hoped there weren't any more of these things...
[mostly establishy, though you're welcome to catch her at it]