Bunny ear says flop
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The following is a stand-alone piece of writing (so, not part of a series) and was done to 'vent a little anger' in a productive way. It might be a bit gross at some points, so for those with a weak stomach it might be wise to read something else instead.
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Edit: *whistles*... Apparently it's 2,000 words exactly. Longest piece I've written in quite some time then.
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It was late in the evening as the Sigmarite priestess returned to her chambers. For many days now, the forces of the Empire were marching into the Great Forest in an attempt to cleanse it from the foul taint of Chaos and Greenskin alike. The Church of Sigmar had been working overtime to ensure the minds of its soldiers stayed pure and their faith strong, resulting in long days for the priestess, but also for troubled sleeps. Rumours had been spreading through the militia of shadows that were aiding them at some occassions, creatures like rats that struck with the speed of lightning and left without a single trace. These rumours troubled the priestess and were the cause of her troubled sleeps, as she was haunted every night by creatures that were tainted, that were of Chaos. While she could not verify these rumours, she knew that there was a certain truth to it and when the envoy of the Imperial Court would visit their small sanctuary, the priestess would inform him of these rumours. Even if nothing could be done about it, those close to Emperor Karl-Franz should inform the ruler of the Empire that dire things were to take place.
As the priestess entered her chamber, she lit a single candle on her desk and sat on her bed for a moment. Every night before she would go to sleep these days, she closed her eyes and cleared her mind. If she was to get rid off these nightmares, she had to make sure that any thought of what had happened to her was to leave her mind. Closing her eyes, she suddenly heard a loud bang and felt a cold embrace around her. Quickly opening her eyes again, she noticed the darkness and noticed that her window had flew open, blowing out the flame of the candle that only moments before had illuminated her chambers. Standing up from her bed, she walked towards her desk and lit the candle again, after which she casually closed her window again. Yet, as she turned around to walk back to her bed, a feeling of terror took control over her body.
On the opposite side of the chambers, covered in black rags, two beady red eyes were looking straight at her. In an instant, she knew what was happening. This was the thing the militia talked about, this was a ratman... The feeling of terror however only increased, as it spoke to her in guttered Reikspiel.
"You know-know of Skaven-race, yes-yes?"
Having trouble to speak, the priestess slowly nodded to confirm the question.
"Sorry-ry I am for man-thing then, yes-yes, for know-knowing of Skaven takes man-thing to bad-bad places."
Realizing what the creature was talking about, her sense of terror suddenly turned into an urge to survive. Due to her knowledge of the rumours that had been spreading through the ranks of the militia of these 'Skaven' creatures, this thing wanted her dead. They wanted to keep their presence a secret, the foul coven of Chaos they had to be, but if that was the case, they most certainly were up to something that was a threat to the Church of Sigmar and the Empire in general... A firm determination taking control of her mind, she knew she had no other choice, but to defend herself. She was going to make sure news of these creatures would be brought to the right persons. Slowly, she raised her arms in a defensive position. The Skaven however, seemed less then impressed. Drawing two wicked-looking blades, he carefully let one hang above her bed. A small drip of what looked like some sort of fluid touched her sheets and within seconds, began to burn a small hole in her bed. Having given the small demonstration of his equipment, the face of the Skaven bore a wicked grin as it turned its attention fully at the Priestess. "Man-thing wish to fight-fight Blackpaw? Good-good, me need-wants another kill-kill."
Where the Priestess suspected a vicious direct assault, the Skaven grabbed something from beneath his robe and with a twist of its arm, she suddenly saw three throwing stars being flung into her direction. From deep within her mind and soul, a voice began yelling a single word that grew louder with each heartbeat that went by: "DIVE!"... Obeying that single thought, the Priestess let herself drop, though too slow to avoid one of the throwing stars that caught her right hand and embedded it into the wall behind her. Feeling a numbing pain taking control of her right arm, the Priestess noticed that trying to move was a bad idea. The throwing stars had little hooks on each blade, meaning that if she was to pull her arm away from the wall, so might tear open her entire hand. She knew what wounds like that could do and bleeding to death was a unattractive way for her to meet her lord Sigmar.
Slowly, as if everything had been planned, the Skaven began to walk forward towards where she was lying on the ground. "Man-thing try-try take on Blackpaw, man-thing will suffer-fer", it said, like it knew this was going to happen. "Now-now, most unpleasant-sant death will-shall follow." Stopping out of her arms reach, it aimed his blade at her.
"Still-still, before death-death will-shall claim you, I am-am going to tell-speak of something."
Before saying a word, it made a small cut on her left arm and an excruciating pain coursed through it towards her brain. It felt to the Priestess as if her blood had turned into acid and was eating its way through her arm. Looking through tears of pain towards the wound, it suddenly appeared to her that it might not even have been too far away from the truth either. The wound itself had almost grown, slowly eating away her skin and feasting on her delicate flesh. She could almost see her bone, as the colour of her flesh appeared to be like a glowing green, before it turned black and died, causing another flare of stinging pain coursing through her arm.
"This is just-just beginning. I am clan Eshin Skaven. We are kill-killers, trained in many-many ways of death. Wound-wound man-thing has suffered is painfull, yet-yet does not cause imminent death, no-no. Pain-pain is good way to make-make man-things talk. What Blackpaw wants to know-know is what man-thing knows of Skaven."
Without a warning, it made a cut on her knee, causing yet another flare of pain to course through her body. Spasming as her brain could simply not take the pain of the dying flesh for a moment, she felt blood trickle down from her right arm. The spasm had caused her to pull her right arm and slowly torn open her hand a bit more, tearing apart skin and bone alike... Tears began to appear and the priestess began to cry slowly, as deep in her mind she realized that there would be no escape from this. The creature would kill her.
"No talk-talk? Fine, have-take it your-your way..."
Before she could respond, the creature slammed its sword straight through her foot and as her senses could not fully comprehend the pain that was taking control of her body, everything around her turned black as she lost her consciousness... Still, the creature apparently did not wanted to kill her, as after what seemed like an eternity, she felt her senses return to her again. Awaking in what seemed like a small puddle of fluid, her sight began to return to her again and what first were vague forms, soon became solid shapes again. It was only at that point that she suddenly noticed the iron taste in her mouth and realized that the fluid she was lying in was her own blood. Quickly sitting straight up and looking around in terror, the Priestess thought for a moment the creature had left her again. It therefor was the final straw when that bone-chilling voice echoed through her chamber, right before the creature sat down on her bed.
"Back-back I see. You have-have endured better than many-many man-things before you. Your race-race seems to have-have stronger breeders then war-warriors, which amuses Blackpaw... Now what does man-thing know-know of Skaven?"
Fear keeping her mind going, the Priestess realized that the only way to escape this ongoing pain was to either tell the creature what it wanted to know, make it angry so it would end her suffering or kill it with her bare hands... Seeing the state she was in, she knew that killing it would be impossible and telling this creature what it wanted to know would not only mean that she'd be losing her position in the afterlife close to Sigmar, but also that the creature would kill her anyhow. Having her mind set on an honourable and quick death, she spat a phlegm of blood in front of the creature, something that she hoped to be considered as an insult in any race. The creature looked at the small speckle of blood on the floor for a moment, after which his gaze turned towards that of the Priestess. While it was first merely the way the creature looked that scared the Priestess, it was not the ice-cold way it looked at her that made her shiver. Apparently, her ploy had worked, but she feared what might come.
Jumping from the bed, it had one blade in an instant in both of his claws and walked with a firm determination towards the Priestess. Without saying a word or even showing the slightest trouble, it slammed one blade through the flesh near her thigh bone and the other near her shoulder, effectively pinning her down on the floor. Standing up again, all it did was simply look down upon her, as she felt the sweat of her body mix with the pool of blood in which she was bathing.
Suddenly, in almost fluent Reikspiel, it said only three words before it began tearing her body apart... "Time to die."
Tearing apart her clothing, the Skaven was suddenly the witness of the naked form of a female and enjoying the sensation of seeing her shiver in horror, waited for a moment before he put one of his nails in her side and slowly cut through her skin. Withdrawing his claw, it slowly licked the blood of its nail and apparently enjoying the taste of it, it suddenly showed all its nails as it brought his claw towards her belly... Pain flared through the body of the Priestess, as the claw of the Skaven dug into her stomach and was pulled back again, only to be replaced by the snout of the creature as its tooth tore apart the innards of her body. Apparently sensing that is captive was soon to die, it brought its snout close to her face and she felt the drops of blood falling down on her cheek, followed by his tongue as it licked it all up again. With the hideous stench of his breath close to her, it whispered in her ear: "Worry not-not, face-face will be kept-kept as it is. When find-find you are, I want man-things to see the terror-terror on your face." With one firm push, its claw dug through the hole in her stomach and forced itself towards her beating heart. As it grasped it firmly, the Priestess eyes widened as her life finally left her.
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About an hour later, Blackpaw opened the window again. He had done his job. The Priestess was killed and her body was mutilated in ways that even the foul things north of Hell Pit could not match. Soon the sun would rise in the sky again and the man-things would find their leader dead. They would lose faith in their god-creature and the lands would be claimed by the Skaven. Grinning madly, he jumped out of the window and dissapeared in the darkness of the night again.
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