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Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2014 10:37 am
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"You're dead," she said flatly, mouth thinning into a line. "Not living. Not natural." Her thoughts whirled. Aisha hadn't looked dead, her skin had been warm, she had not smelled of rot or death or any number of other unpleasant things. Aisha was her friend. Was. 'Living was living, dead was dead, Eirkrynhollan'icthcynori. Accept the death that could come any day, Those that fight it are weaker.' Weaker, and their bodies usually showed it in gradual deteriation. Even a pressed flower was dead, although preserved. It did not try to live again. Constructs were different, but... but... Decades of lectures resounded in her mind, reinforcements of living creatures, of calm fatalities. She couldn't do this right now.
"I hate it, you-" Hollandaise took a deep breath, mouth opening. "D-disgusting," she whispered and then she turned around. She would go back to her dorm or Deszeld's or to a garden or somewhere, anywhere, where she could reach out and touch things that lived, and died, and did not try to cheat.
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Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2014 12:45 pm
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Aisha's words stopped and she turned to look at the ghoul, her arms wrapping tightly around her midsection.
"There are... undead there, youngling." Their voices sighed around her, a rising wind, a warning. "They are-" Another sigh, another shift of branches that echoed hollowly in the deep knots of tree trunks, in the spaces between thoughts. "-different. Remember, do not concern yourself, unnatural, not the green and growing green and growing green angrowingandgreenandgreenandalive."
"You hate me?"
Hollandaise flinched. Hurt had crawled across Aisha's face before she had retreated, sunk back into her hoodie, looking more skeletal than ever. It was disconcerting, the face of undeath. It had been obvious, Hollandaise supposed, she was just too naive to see it. And this, this sort of thing was why they had sent her here - to banish her young ways, to temper her. The ghoul couldn't think, didn't want to. Something was stalking her, something waited for her in dark shadows and her friend, one of so, so few, was someone she was not supposed to like. Made from death instead of life. The science behind things didn't matter - it was the principle.
"I-I can't d-do this. Not now. I c-c-can't..." I don't hate you caught in the back of her throat. I hate what you are was stopped by her teeth. Hollandaise swallowed, turned, and ran.
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