Priority: Surviving
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analogbasilisk‘Verse: Veilverse
Story: The Hellhound | Era: Days In The Trenches
Rating: M | Word Count: 276
Summary: Violet's priority is to survive.
Warnings: blood and violence
Writing Masterlist
Written for: Fortune Wheel, Week 10
It was survival, Violet knew. These people were soldiers too, and they fought alongside It in the rare occasion in which Violet was allowed to work with a team. It wasn’t fair, not at all. Some of these people were decent enough people who followed orders, many out of paralyzing fear of being punished by the Covenhead.
Violet didn’t blame them, never would.
It still had priorities, and escaping was the main focus. The only goal that mattered. The girl barely understood what was happening, in denial about the betrayal of the body. The girl wasn’t as attuned with the body, not as deep as Violet was, maybe It had been aware from the moment of conception.
That didn’t matter anymore. Not when Violet’s hands and daggers cut through men and women were as much victims of the Covenhead’s sadistic need of control. Survive, we will survive and we will be fine, a mantra that was repeated in a voice that sounded too much like the lost healer’s. Words that hummed about the gory noises of slashed throats and punctured hearts.
A man charged at It, Violet recognised as the one that dragged It back that time It was hit by an aphrodisiac – he had been confused and worried, a weaker man would have taken advantage of the situation. His knife scratched across Its stomach, closer to Its breath than to the sacred pouch lower. Instinct growled louder, he was on the ground, head at the wrong angle, before he could register that he drew blood.
Killing was all Violet knew how to, so killing was what it would do to keep them safe.
Story: The Hellhound | Era: Days In The Trenches
Rating: M | Word Count: 276
Summary: Violet's priority is to survive.
Warnings: blood and violence
Writing Masterlist
Written for: Fortune Wheel, Week 10
It was survival, Violet knew. These people were soldiers too, and they fought alongside It in the rare occasion in which Violet was allowed to work with a team. It wasn’t fair, not at all. Some of these people were decent enough people who followed orders, many out of paralyzing fear of being punished by the Covenhead.
Violet didn’t blame them, never would.
It still had priorities, and escaping was the main focus. The only goal that mattered. The girl barely understood what was happening, in denial about the betrayal of the body. The girl wasn’t as attuned with the body, not as deep as Violet was, maybe It had been aware from the moment of conception.
That didn’t matter anymore. Not when Violet’s hands and daggers cut through men and women were as much victims of the Covenhead’s sadistic need of control. Survive, we will survive and we will be fine, a mantra that was repeated in a voice that sounded too much like the lost healer’s. Words that hummed about the gory noises of slashed throats and punctured hearts.
A man charged at It, Violet recognised as the one that dragged It back that time It was hit by an aphrodisiac – he had been confused and worried, a weaker man would have taken advantage of the situation. His knife scratched across Its stomach, closer to Its breath than to the sacred pouch lower. Instinct growled louder, he was on the ground, head at the wrong angle, before he could register that he drew blood.
Killing was all Violet knew how to, so killing was what it would do to keep them safe.