Post by Rosalind Tarana on Aug 27, 2013 20:25:43 GMT -5
Rosalind knew, with a deep and instinctive knowledge, that the person across from her was no longer humanoid. It still looked like Hadjara for the most part but everything had changed, even if only subtly - the mannerisms were different, the way it spoke, even the way it laughed. She cringed internally at that laughter, finding no warmth in it - it grated on her nerves like ice, though her greatest fears were still for the children. Rosalind was not stupid nor proud - in the usual circumstances she would have chosen to run rather than confront this monster - but she would not leave five young Humans in its presence, nor would she abandon the family that surrounded them. She couldn't tell how genuine the creature was about liking young children but she hoped, cautiously, that because they were important to Hadjara the monster wouldn't harm them. She did not have enough faith in this fact to suppress her intense fears for them, though.
"So you had appointed yourself judge, jury and executioner, then?" Rosalind asked softly. She hadn't been aware of what the priest had done, or that this might be the reason - or part of the reason - the monster had killed him. Even if she'd known she would have defended his life however. Rosalind didn't believe in murder under any circumstances; it wasn't for her to judge whether someone deserved to lose their life. The healer had remained rooted to the spot while they spoke though as the demon played with Suhail she moved slowly around to stand in front of the other children, following an instinctive need to place herself between them and the danger despite this requiring her to move away from the opening of the tent. She froze, however, at the pure malice in the thing's voice as it responded to her apparently saying the wrong thing.
Rosalind didn't think she'd ever met something so intensely evil in all her life, but her need to protect outweighed her need to flee even now and though she longed to cower or escape she stepped lightly in front of the four Shaman children watching, wide-eyed, from the back of the tent. She wondered what the monster wanted, and why Hadjara had let it come out. She had promised to protect the children from this...thing...so maybe she had lost control? Rosalind continued to eye it warily though the defiant tilt of her chin never changed. She might be more frightened than she'd ever been in her life but she was no coward.
"Obviously you've emerged for a reason." Rosalind's voice was quiet, but in the strained hush of the tent she didn't need to speak loudly to make herself heard.
"What do you want? Revenge, for the curse I placed on you? If you plan to kill me you're taking your time about it, but I suppose you enjoy taunting your victims."
"So you had appointed yourself judge, jury and executioner, then?" Rosalind asked softly. She hadn't been aware of what the priest had done, or that this might be the reason - or part of the reason - the monster had killed him. Even if she'd known she would have defended his life however. Rosalind didn't believe in murder under any circumstances; it wasn't for her to judge whether someone deserved to lose their life. The healer had remained rooted to the spot while they spoke though as the demon played with Suhail she moved slowly around to stand in front of the other children, following an instinctive need to place herself between them and the danger despite this requiring her to move away from the opening of the tent. She froze, however, at the pure malice in the thing's voice as it responded to her apparently saying the wrong thing.
Rosalind didn't think she'd ever met something so intensely evil in all her life, but her need to protect outweighed her need to flee even now and though she longed to cower or escape she stepped lightly in front of the four Shaman children watching, wide-eyed, from the back of the tent. She wondered what the monster wanted, and why Hadjara had let it come out. She had promised to protect the children from this...thing...so maybe she had lost control? Rosalind continued to eye it warily though the defiant tilt of her chin never changed. She might be more frightened than she'd ever been in her life but she was no coward.
"Obviously you've emerged for a reason." Rosalind's voice was quiet, but in the strained hush of the tent she didn't need to speak loudly to make herself heard.
"What do you want? Revenge, for the curse I placed on you? If you plan to kill me you're taking your time about it, but I suppose you enjoy taunting your victims."