[ the wolf works meticulously to scrape the first eye out of the socket, practically scooping it out with the side of the knife. he holds it in his hand for a second, admiring it, before setting it aside on the snow.
but, unfortunately for yoshi, there's yet another eye that needs to be taken care of.
and, once again, the knife goes in, this time on the other eye. ]
[The screams only trail off when the knife leaves his body again, left behind by a rasping wheeze. He's in so much pain, surely, surely he'll lose consciousness, his remaining eye watering with tears that go cold almost immediately upon contact with the air-
The screams resume, echoing in the emptiness, unheard by any who could possibly help.]
[ it's a shame, the barghest thinks, that yoshi can't see him right now. as he works to separate the eye from the muscle, he has a small, pleased grin as the smell of blood invades his senses. oh how he wants to consume him--
ah, but he shouldn't. not before the Savior, no.
with a final slice of the knife, the eye is fully separated. ]
Thank you, Yoshi. [ he sounds gentle. thankful. ] Thank you so much for your sacrifice. The Lord is pleased.
[He doesn't even hear Flat's words, pain, pain overtaking all senses. Even when the eye is finally removed, all he knows is darkness, and it's not only the pain causing that. He no longer...
There's one last sound, a soft whimper dragged out by that very pain before the very last of his senses fade, brain too overloaded from sensation to hang on any longer.
Perhaps mercifully, he finally sinks into unconsciousness for a final time, the "ears" of his BitPhone digitizing and vanishing as they fail to sense sufficient brain activity.
[ the barghest--flat escardos--chokes out something between a laugh and a sob, each side clearly identifiable. it matters not, though.
the small dog, his Savior, walks over to the scene, sniffing the eyeballs that lay on the side, separated from the body. flat smiles, proud of what he has done. ]
My offering to you, my Lord and Savior.
[ and as the pup begins to chew and eat, first on the eyeballs, and then on the entrails that belong to the once living yoshi nanase, flat gets to work on making his work of art.
he plunges the knife down on nanashi's neck and, upon seeing the blood ooze out, he can't help but lick the side of the bloodied knife, relishing its taste. but he must continue working, setting up a scene worthy of his lord and, after some struggle, manages to detach the yoshi's head from the limp body.
the barghest lifts the head up at the bright moon-- and howls. ]
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but, unfortunately for yoshi, there's yet another eye that needs to be taken care of.
and, once again, the knife goes in, this time on the other eye. ]
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The screams resume, echoing in the emptiness, unheard by any who could possibly help.]
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[ it's a shame, the barghest thinks, that yoshi can't see him right now. as he works to separate the eye from the muscle, he has a small, pleased grin as the smell of blood invades his senses. oh how he wants to consume him--
ah, but he shouldn't. not before the Savior, no.
with a final slice of the knife, the eye is fully separated. ]
Thank you, Yoshi. [ he sounds gentle. thankful. ] Thank you so much for your sacrifice. The Lord is pleased.
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There's one last sound, a soft whimper dragged out by that very pain before the very last of his senses fade, brain too overloaded from sensation to hang on any longer.
Perhaps mercifully, he finally sinks into unconsciousness for a final time, the "ears" of his BitPhone digitizing and vanishing as they fail to sense sufficient brain activity.
Yoshi Nanase is dead.]
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[ the barghest--flat escardos--chokes out something between a laugh and a sob, each side clearly identifiable. it matters not, though.
the small dog, his Savior, walks over to the scene, sniffing the eyeballs that lay on the side, separated from the body. flat smiles, proud of what he has done. ]
My offering to you, my Lord and Savior.
[ and as the pup begins to chew and eat, first on the eyeballs, and then on the entrails that belong to the once living yoshi nanase, flat gets to work on making his work of art.
he plunges the knife down on nanashi's neck and, upon seeing the blood ooze out, he can't help but lick the side of the bloodied knife, relishing its taste. but he must continue working, setting up a scene worthy of his lord and, after some struggle, manages to detach the yoshi's head from the limp body.
the barghest lifts the head up at the bright moon-- and howls. ]