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Date Posted: 20:50:20 04/04/04 Sun
Author: ...
Subject: Rien.

Cisekar... just wanted to run.

There was old blood in the soil, making the grass and vines and rare, tiny, precious flowers grow well. She could smell it, and though she hadn't killed anything but prey for seeming ages, she could smell the sin on her own paws. She could smell the pain, the anguish, the misery, and the helplessness. She smelled it in her pawprints, lining the so-sharp edges of her claws, soaked into her fur like some sort of btsashe repayment for the past.

Only it wasn't the past.

The now. Cisekar wanted to run, but she didn't move, caught between standing and sitting, her muscles quivering to hold her five-foot, well-muscled frame in the awkward position. She didn't move, but she let the tremors race through her long limbs and sculpted body, down her thick, bladeless tail and out along her golden whiskers. She had never before realized that one could kill without ever drawing blood or breaking bones. One could kill by a choice.

She had.

She had killed. She had destroyed, not completely but well enough, with a choice. And she had known when she made that choice what might happen. What was even half-likely to happen. But, trusting in her own perfection and luck, she made that choice. She chose, and she was wrong.

Cisekar wanted to run, badly, horribly. Every inch of her screamed at her to flee. Just escape and never return, sprint back into the fading sunlight of simplicity, just run.

She couldn't. She knew what she had done, and she knew the pain was hers as well. She would pay for her sin, and she would cry, and she would struggle to make things right again without ever admitting that it was her fault. She had done it. All the blame was on her. And she didn't want to admit that she couldn't escape it. Not even to herself.

The blood of a soul on her paws, scentless and invisible, but oh how it stank and stained the greygold and the ebony. Old blood soaked the ground and made new flowers grow well, but soul blood would not let new flowers grow easily, if at all. Soul blood never went away. She hated what she had done, and she hated that she had been wrong.

Cisekar wanted to run.

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