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It didn't take long for the pair to seem to make a bloody stinking mess of the creature who even in the faint darkness of the cavern. Flayed and put up quite a fight that he couldn't help imagine what a scene it would be. Just as the creature eye pop and came roll down across the floor mere feet from him.
To which with the seeming unexpected reaction that he faintly smiled. As deep within something seem been triggered. A memory or some all but forgotten emotion he dares not could say or tell. That he could no less shudder as the realization hit him. That for whatever reason part him seem to revel at the creatures death. As to why or how sent a faint shiver down his spine. As he began to feel loss and confused while the thought swirled in his mind....was it good or bad to wish the creature dead? And how so had the act of killing it sent such a response from him. As if wake from a dream he couldn't help feel conflicted.....as the thrill of the hunt and kill seem egg him on to continue. Although a faint voice in his head said not to.......At that time with blood stain his shirt and caked over the blade in hand. He then slowly stood his ground ready for the next onslaught.....as the temptation and pull from the dark as well the light seem to teether. Tugging at his very consciousness ever so faintly in the back his mind.
It didn't take long for the pair to seem to make a bloody stinking mess of the creature who even in the faint darkness of the cavern. Flayed and put up quite a fight that he couldn't help imagine what a scene it would be. Just as the creature eye pop and came roll down across the floor mere feet from him.
To which with the seeming unexpected reaction that he faintly smiled. As deep within something seem been triggered. A memory or some all but forgotten emotion he dares not could say or tell. That he could no less shudder as the realization hit him. That for whatever reason part him seem to revel at the creatures death. As to why or how sent a faint shiver down his spine. As he began to feel loss and confused while the thought swirled in his mind....was it good or bad to wish the creature dead? And how so had the act of killing it sent such a response from him. As if wake from a dream he couldn't help feel conflicted.....as the thrill of the hunt and kill seem egg him on to continue. Although a faint voice in his head said not to.......At that time with blood stain his shirt and caked over the blade in hand. He then slowly stood his ground ready for the next onslaught.....as the temptation and pull from the dark as well the light seem to teether. Tugging at his very consciousness ever so faintly in the back his mind.