Matsu Xiangu
The Haruspex
She was waiting for the Elder for many reasons though foremost was training. She had her eye on the concept of both furthering her already firm grasp on telepathy and perhaps seeing if the woman knew anything of concealing herself within the Force. The former she knew her teacher had in spades and it was that she was most interested in. The mind fascinated her and she would know all it's secrets.
She was sitting cross-legged as she waited, giving in to daydreams as she so often did, making no effort to hide them should any one be so bold - or insane - as to sift through her thoughts.
Her hands are cracked and bleeding where she dragged them across the bark. She doesn't remember how she got so far into the woods, but she doesn't quite care either. They have always been home, no matter how many lifetimes she has known. They were always filled with the same mystery - always lined with the same dead leaves and the same woody smell and the same noisy streams.
There are no animals. Everything is still. It is wrong. She closes her eyes and begins to run, her bare feet carrying her deeper and deeper into the woods. She leaps over fallen logs and follows the scents of animals through the trees, trying to find where they have all gone.
And they have gone to see the Man. The Man is strange up between the trees, barbed wire digging into his wrists and ankles. Blood pours from the crown of his head and out of his mouth. Wounds cover his body, places where the wolves took a nibble to see if the Man would taste good. She walks over and stares at his face. And then...he smiles.
She was sitting cross-legged as she waited, giving in to daydreams as she so often did, making no effort to hide them should any one be so bold - or insane - as to sift through her thoughts.
Her hands are cracked and bleeding where she dragged them across the bark. She doesn't remember how she got so far into the woods, but she doesn't quite care either. They have always been home, no matter how many lifetimes she has known. They were always filled with the same mystery - always lined with the same dead leaves and the same woody smell and the same noisy streams.
There are no animals. Everything is still. It is wrong. She closes her eyes and begins to run, her bare feet carrying her deeper and deeper into the woods. She leaps over fallen logs and follows the scents of animals through the trees, trying to find where they have all gone.
And they have gone to see the Man. The Man is strange up between the trees, barbed wire digging into his wrists and ankles. Blood pours from the crown of his head and out of his mouth. Wounds cover his body, places where the wolves took a nibble to see if the Man would taste good. She walks over and stares at his face. And then...he smiles.
"We all end up like this you know; strung like animals for all to see."
[member="Tricia"]
