08-23-2020, 02:06 PM
Nhysa spent some time staring curiously into its glassy-eyed stare, wondering at how the creature might have moved when alive. Oni were a Japanese myth, one she had never considered might be flesh and blood real, yet she displayed no particular surprise at his explanation. She accepted without a question to authenticity.
“A shotgun,” she said. The word was full of consideration, as though she imagined the conflict to bloody life in the shadows of her skull. Or perhaps ruminated over how she might have completed the same task. At the club they had disagreed over the monstrous nature of the wolfkin, but if Nhysa had an affinity for all those things touched by darkness, it did not necessarily stir her to compassion. The oni was dead now, anyway. “Was this before you discovered what you are? Have you scars from it, dear one?”
She turned, smiling sly. Her fingers slipped over the edge of the desk as she pulled herself up to sit upon it. The darkness of her eyes contained the stir of no small tease in their glittering -- knowingly so. “How did you discover channeling?”
“A shotgun,” she said. The word was full of consideration, as though she imagined the conflict to bloody life in the shadows of her skull. Or perhaps ruminated over how she might have completed the same task. At the club they had disagreed over the monstrous nature of the wolfkin, but if Nhysa had an affinity for all those things touched by darkness, it did not necessarily stir her to compassion. The oni was dead now, anyway. “Was this before you discovered what you are? Have you scars from it, dear one?”
She turned, smiling sly. Her fingers slipped over the edge of the desk as she pulled herself up to sit upon it. The darkness of her eyes contained the stir of no small tease in their glittering -- knowingly so. “How did you discover channeling?”
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