saelgair / GOOD HUNTER :
THIS WASN’T LIVING , THIS WASN’T EVEN EXISTING , perpetually trapped between dreaming and wakefulness . this wasn’t living . muscle ached beneath heavy - leather garb , the pain was the only thing that reminded her of her own humanity . blades of mercy slick with blood still in hand , still held with a tight grip ( white - knuckled , just to be safe ) . blood of the failed experiments conducted by the healing church . ❝ will you ever own up to your shortcomings ? you owe the patients that , at the very least . otherwise , it will be a long life - time of your own self - inflicted suffering , no closure . ❞ her gaze is half - lidded , more - so from exhaustion than anything else , her lungs burned , but she hid the shakiness in her voice well . poised as a predator should be , still calculating the moves of her prey , the hunter’s pistol is holstered to free her hand , which makes quick work of cleaning the celestial blood from the weapon , though she is far from ignorant to maria’s presence and position in the room .
❝ i won’t let my journey here be for nothing . please , don’t make me go through you to get my answers . or do , and let yourself be at peace at long last . ❞ the swords in which she wielded were called the blades of mercy for just that reason , to offer mercy to those who needed it , wanted it . it was rare , to give somebody a choice in their own fate , but lenore felt as though she owed her as much , for not slicing her open the moment she disturbed her slumber . ❝ or come with me . ❞ dark brows furrow , pale fingers curling around the curvature of her waist . ❝ at least then you will see that my intentions are not malicious . ❞
testing the waters , a few more steps are taken in the direction of maria’s chair ( cautious steps , like a tight - rope walker ) no less of a grip on her weapon , although violence was not on lenore’s mind , perhaps maria had her in a snare , already exhausted from the last fight , it may end in blood and guts . ❝ you do know that if you kill me , i will keep coming back . is that how you want to spend your eternity ? more violence ? ❞
WILL SHE NOT RELENT ? THE ANSWER WAS CLEAR , Maria up until this point had been relatively welcoming. She had respected the young Hunter and had stayed her blade ---- but it seemed that her kindness could not continue. In the years trapped within this Nightmare , the Hunter of Old had lost her grip on the things that meant the most to her. Where once she was sickened by the use of her Vileblood abilities , now she had grown fond of the idea of using them to cut someone down if she had to. An assumption on Maria’s part , did this girl even have what it took for Maria to want to fight seriously? She doubted it. The Ashen haired Huntress was a prodigy ----- one of the best Hunters to ever have lived within this sorry and horrid dream.
“ You know very well that I will not grant you passage through here , “ it was time. The Undead keeper of secrets heaved a heavy sigh , brows knitting together as her gaze hardened. She moved slowly , thinking on how regrettable this was. Fighting was something she had tried to avoid , never before entertaining conversation with the Hunters that had tried to pass through the Clocktower. This young Hunter had been gifted the option of mercy , but it had been cast aside by her persistence. Maria could not blame her however , for she knew exactly how it felt to travel so far with the promise of knowledge. Oh how the secrets beckon so sweetly. Maria stepped forth , gloved hands reaching for the replica of a weapon she once loved so much ----- a tight grasp upon the Rakuyo’s hilt would affirm her decision. The blade cried as it was lifted , both hands grasping at the joint between the sword and the smaller blade attached to the pommel by a button. She pulled , the separation seamless and quick. The production of two blades would usually seem unfair to other Hunters , but Maria had noted that the girl had chosen to sport the Blades of Mercy.
A battle of Skill and speed it would be , then. A brief moment to ponder was taken , how long would this Hunter last? Seconds? Minutes? There was still a chance to run , should the young girl take it. If a break was made for escape , Maria would not chase. “ If experiencing death continually is the choice you’d prefer to make , then I will accept that. It doesn’t matter how many times you return , you will never see the secrets i have kept hidden for so long.”
what a stupid girl you are . . .
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