• Mature • Out with the Old [ Part I ]

[Yndira]

Cylus 20th 717, 2nd Break

It felt long overdue, but it was finally time for Yndira to remove herself from her current partner, Edmund Tully. He was not a bad man, but he was not great either. He had no aspirations, of that she was sure. Nothing about him could be considered original in any way, lie his parents had instilled in him some sort of conformity that could not be shaken. And the Naer had no time to waste on such things. Even as Edmund placed sweaty palms at her thighs, she wanted to move forward with her plans. She had thought of this for some time. It had, after all, been the main goal. Wealthy meat was tender, sweet. They were complacent and thus found no need to better themselves. Which meant minimal movement. They were like veal, chained up by their money and posterity. And, she had to say, they tasted divine.

It would be simple to get rid of Edmund, but the aftereffects would be something else. He was not of great repute, though he had many friends. They would miss him for no more than a season—maybe less—and move on to talk of more exciting things. It would be for the better. They would forget about her, as well, unless they saw her once more. Which would not be likely. One didn’t return to the scene of the crime soon so after the deed. She sighed, eyes closed as Edmund mewled into the skin of her neck. She would be disgusted if she hadn’t gotten used to it. He was a child that grasped at affection however he could get it. All Yndira had to do to get his attention was smile at him and he was putty in her hands. Soon enough, he’d be well-done steak.

Yndira did not feel pity for the man. This was nothing new, and everyone died at some point, right? He would just meet his end sooner and serve a purpose after his death where he didn’t in life. He murmured something that she paid no attention to. That was generally what was expected, since she could hardly ever understand him. His words were often caught between a cough or food, sometimes both if she was unfortunate. Again, he moved the position of his hands, this time to her waist.

There were multiple ways she could end him. With his obliviousness, she could slit his throat when he least expected it. She had considered this as a first option, watching the life fade from his eyes while his blood stained the floor. Satisfying, though perhaps not as much. She could have gagged him and eaten him alive. That, however, presented the risk of noise. She might easily have played it off as some bizarre fantasy of his, but it would call forth witnesses that were unneeded. Her decision was made for her as Edmund shifted against her again.

Maybe he wasn’t as bad as she had originally thought.

[Yndira]

Edmund had made it marginally easier on her. She had seen this move used once before, though the picture of it wasn’t clear in her head. As his head rested against her thighs, she drew her legs around it, locking her ankles around his neck. Edmund remained oblivious to her intentions, fingers curled into the silk night dress he’d bought her only a trial before. It would be a shame to rip it, but she suspected as much would happen. The estimation of his strength, from all that she’d seen, was not great. Which was just fine, as she was not much stronger. But that bit would matter.

He didn’t notice the clench her muscles, missed the slight squeeze on his cranium. Her hold was sloppy, likely breakable, but by the time Edmund had begun to realize what was happening, he was already half-way gone. Her legs tightened around him like a snake, his nose and mouth pressed against the skin of her thigh. Despite the effort the move required, she quite liked it. He could feel his labored breathing, his desperate attempts to free himself. His sweaty fingers slid over the slippery material of her nightdress, unable to get a proper grip of anything. He planted his palms on the bed, attempting to lift her. It didn’t make much difference as her back rose only an inch or so off the bed. His arms gave out as he let out a small cry.

She could feel his last breaths, brought on faster by his struggle. A smile, crooked and malicious, had found a home on her lips as she pulled her ankles up towards her. They maintained their scissored position, her muscles taut with the exertion. There was a moment of silent struggle before a crack resounded and Edmund lay still. Oh. How sweet a sound. Now, in the dim candlelight that illuminated the room, she released the body with a sigh. Her chest rose and fell as she panted, eyes closed. She turned her head, kicked the body to the side slightly to free her legs up. That had taken less effort than she had anticipated. But now she was left with removing the corpse she’d made, and all that exertion had left her hungry.

The Naer’s gaze drifted down to Edmund’s still body. His eyes had bulged out slightly, almost as red as a ruby. She’d suffocated someone once before, when she was new to it. It had only required her sitting on said person’s head while they slept, but having them conscious was fun now and then. It was just as disgusting, the bodies a mess thereafter. Edmund’s face was covered in tears and spit, to which she grimaced before she rolled him over. The action led to his body on the floor, a more desirable place. She lay back on the bed, body humming with fading adrenaline. Maybe she’d rest for a moment before she disposed of the body.

[Yndira]

It was half a break later that Yndira went into action.

Edmund had not cooled in the time she’d wasted. Sprawled out on the floor, he looked more like some silent rendition of a falling man. His eyes remained the glaring red they’d been when he’d first died, much to her delight. Even in the weaker candlelight, they glistened like fine jewels. A contented sigh left her at the sight of her work. It would seem that he had found his purpose, indeed. She slipped out of bed, pausing to avoid stepping on the corpse. The body had already pissed and shit itself and it would not be fun to step in. She grimaced, lips wrenched upwards to follow the direction of her nose. The stench would soon fill the room. At least it wasn’t a warmer season; then the heat would cook the scent into something overwhelming.

She approached the fireplace on the far side of the apartment, humming softly as she went. A cauldron sat off to the side. She’d cleaned it just this morning, in anticipation of this very evening. Yndira inspected it absently, mind working. While it was large, it was certainly not large enough to fit a whole body in. She would have to cut Edmund up into sizable pieces. She glanced back at the aforementioned body, slightly displeased. More work to do. Despite how many times she’d done this before, it was always a hassle. She should have stuck with the bandit idea. But, that would have required witnesses and those were even more trouble.

And so, as she had anticipated it, she had prepared. There was nothing she could do about the blood that would inevitably be spilled, but she could attempt to cover it up. She crossed back to the body, hands on her hips. Minimizing the amount of contact she had to make, she rolled him forward with her toes. Slow work, but it got the job done. When finally she’d gotten him onto the rug, she stooped down to arrange his gangly limbs in a fashion that would keep them on the large rectangular fabric. Another gift of his, much like the apartment. There had to be some sort of irony in the setting of his demise. She exhaled as she reached for the ax she’d taken earlier. The boy she’d persuaded would not miss it. After all, she’d given him something much sweeter. The ax was lightweight, perfect for someone of her height. She hefted it above her head, grip loose. When she brought it down, the wood slid between her fingers and for a moment she thought she might sever one of her own limbs. Instead, she’d managed to lop off a few of the corpse’s fingers. Certainly not what she had in mind for small pieces. Lifting the ax again, she sucked in a breath and tried once more.

The squelch of metal cutting through solid flesh sounded, the impact dulled by the mass of the body. Yndira had, for the most part, been aiming for his arm. The ax had found it more desirable to lodge itself in his torso. She grunted as she wrenched the ax back to start the process anew.

[Yndira]

Yndira was no one blessed with great strength. Her show of power had been in the very deed of killing Edmund, but it didn’t go further than that. Several times she had to stop and catch her breath. By the time the last limb had been severed from the remnants of the body, her knees wobbled and her arms ached. The rug beneath her handiwork was thoroughly soaked, and more than once she had to throw a sheet down to mop up the blood. She could not have the tenants below waking to find a pool of blood coming from above them. At least, not yet. The Naer would be gone, and maybe then they could discover what she had done.

She had been wise not to choose to slit his throat. The process would have been messy and far worse than this. The body by now was cold and slippery from the blood. By this point, she was used to it. It certainly made the task of holding limbs steady difficult. With a sigh, Yndira set the ax down. She rolled her shoulders, weak from all the work. Maybe it would have been better to fake the bandit attack or hire some.

The dark-haired murderess returned to the cauldron. During the numbing task of dividing Edmund’s body, she had had ample time to think of how best to cook him. As it were, even she could not finish such a meal in one sitting. Still, it would help to have some way of storing him. She couldn’t exactly have his body laying about. After a moment of thought, she looked back to the corpse, head cocked to the side.

Yndira could say she now had the perfect dish in mind. All she needed now were ingredients.

[Pegasus]

Pending Review!

[Pegasus]

Yndira

Points!:

Story: 4/5
Collaboration: NA (solo thread)
Structure: 5/ 5

Knowledge:

Endurance: Cutting up a body is tiring and hard, hard work.
Logistics: Planning a murder
Logistics: Planning the disposal of a body
Murder: Can be tiring, must be said.
Psychology: The exquisite feeling of murder
Steak: Should never be cooked well done.
Strength: Using leg muscles
Unarmed Combat: Leg-hold
Unarmed Combat: Feris Tenebris: Use your environment to surprise attack

Loot:

1 corpse

Fame:

-8 (laws broken, bad deeds) whilst there was no one to see the deed, Yndira is living here and people know that - therefore she will be associated with it.

Magic:

These points may NOT be used for arcana

Overview:

Story This was a great read - really gory, though and I have changed the tag to "Mature". That tops all others and should be used first if necessary. I have deducted a point for story because it finished half way through! I looked down expecting there to be another post and there wasn't! What did she do now? How did she dispose of the blood and what did she cook? I feel like it didn't really have an 'end', and maybe part 1 and 2 was, in fact, all part 1? That said it was a great read, really compelling and I've really enjoyed it. Great work!
Structure No worries at all. All good

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