Night 49: Homeworld - Massacred Village
[from here]
It wasn't the the feel of broken cobblestones beneath her feet or the comforting feel of her armor that alerted Teresa that their adventure through Landel's teleportation holes had taken them to someplace she should have never been able to venture to again. And even though the sudden bright light blinded her for a few moments as her eyes adjusted, it was the scent barely detectable in the air that spoke to her.
Blood. Human blood.
Clad in her armor, claymore across her back, the wind rustled the half-cape as she looked around. The cobblestones were still stained with the blood of the bandits, even though the bodies were gone. She had done that. She had killed each and every one of those bandits. Even now, she could still imagine their bodies and the way the blood splattered over walls, across the cobblestones, she felt no remorse for her actions.
Head snapping up, Teresa's nostrils flared as she expanded her youki sense out across the village like she was used to. Nothing. No youma, save for the one behind her. The one that had come with her and Homura. Homura, himself, was giving her mixed feelings when she focused her senses on him. There was the stench of youma about him, but it wasn't him. Some contact he had before his death, she presumed. The stench was not unlike what had been on Clare when she first met the girl, having been held captive by a youma for a long time.
Clare.
Without a word to her companions, Teresa strode across the square to a particular spot, stained a dull brown. Kneeling down, she touched her fingers to a smaller blood stain next to it before standing once again. Silver eyes turned to the west, looking down the road that lead out of town.
There was no one there but Teresa and the other two. She narrowed her eyes. "Where are the rest?" she mused quietly.
It wasn't the the feel of broken cobblestones beneath her feet or the comforting feel of her armor that alerted Teresa that their adventure through Landel's teleportation holes had taken them to someplace she should have never been able to venture to again. And even though the sudden bright light blinded her for a few moments as her eyes adjusted, it was the scent barely detectable in the air that spoke to her.
Blood. Human blood.
Clad in her armor, claymore across her back, the wind rustled the half-cape as she looked around. The cobblestones were still stained with the blood of the bandits, even though the bodies were gone. She had done that. She had killed each and every one of those bandits. Even now, she could still imagine their bodies and the way the blood splattered over walls, across the cobblestones, she felt no remorse for her actions.
Head snapping up, Teresa's nostrils flared as she expanded her youki sense out across the village like she was used to. Nothing. No youma, save for the one behind her. The one that had come with her and Homura. Homura, himself, was giving her mixed feelings when she focused her senses on him. There was the stench of youma about him, but it wasn't him. Some contact he had before his death, she presumed. The stench was not unlike what had been on Clare when she first met the girl, having been held captive by a youma for a long time.
Clare.
Without a word to her companions, Teresa strode across the square to a particular spot, stained a dull brown. Kneeling down, she touched her fingers to a smaller blood stain next to it before standing once again. Silver eyes turned to the west, looking down the road that lead out of town.
There was no one there but Teresa and the other two. She narrowed her eyes. "Where are the rest?" she mused quietly.