5th of Spring, 514, Six Bells after Noon.
A frown materialized across the Rush twin's features as he looked upon the corpse at hand. A scrutinizing glance was cast across the surface of the wolf's body, Venser running his fingers along the surface of the tussled fur, cleaned of blood but nonetheless, the damage was there. It would, of course, increase, but Venser's intentions would more than erase any care regarding this. The blonde cast his gaze along the surface of the wolf's body, intrigue cast upon his features.
The wolves that he and Miro won were stored in the latter's apartment, Venser having retrieved a single one for the sake of Maledicting it, though each one in turn was to suffer the same fate. Today, the intention was to skin this one, then stow the pelt for later use and find whichever bones appealed to him in the midst of carving. A brilliant smile cast itself across the man's features as he reached for his knife, pulling it from his rucksack and bringing it to the wolf's fur, creating an incision several inches wide at the base of the neck before using the exposed incision and slowly tearing at the wolf's skin with the knife, intent on creating a perfectly straight line from base of the neck to the end of the body, making it a point to sever the tail at the base in order to use for experimental purposes.
The process was repeated with the head, decapitation performed upon the wolf's corpse, both the severed head and the tail separated from the body. With the flesh now opened and exposed as it was, it remained a difficult task to rend flesh from skin, the pelt tearing in places, though with this, an idea occurred.
Why not slice the pelt into pieces? I'm not a hunter, and surely textiles will be workable to create something out of the pelt.
The Rush twin nodded, resolve finding its way into his mind as he tore apart the pelts, forming squares approximately eight inches wide and setting them aside, completing the process with a total of eight textiles. The effort was taxing in it of itself, sweat building at the Rush twin's brow as he set them aside. The next step was to rend the flesh from bone, and the knife he held, originally purposed for eating, would likely not be sufficient to do so. He would need his bare hands, and to dirty them in the pursuit of his craft.
A frown materialized upon his expression, though the blonde was not put off or turned away from his purpose. He reached into the corpse, fingernails digging through the flesh as he felt for the rib cage, the headless corpse's flesh rather thick, musculature abound in the wolf's corpse.
The structure... it's very much preserved despite the fact that it's been such a long time in Miro's apartment. Perhaps the weather...? Or lack of exposure? It smells of rot, sure, but it's still well-preserved. This is intriguing...
Venser had no idea how long it took for a corpse to rot, having not bothered experimenting with such a thing, but he was thankful that this was noe a scenario where rot flooded the corpse. It would likely expose him to infection if it were.
Blackened blood pressed at Venser's fingers as he dug through the corpses body, congealing upon the surface of his skin. A breath was taken before he pulled at a rib bone, nails caked with torn tendons as he slowly wiggled the rib bone out of its socket, pulling the entirety of the bone from the quickly forming hole in the wolf's corpse. He set the bloodied bone aside before digging for the rest. Over the course of thirty chimes, each rib was pulled out, a total of twenty four distinct ribs pulled from the corpse, leaving the musculature of the wolf sagging at the chest cavity and riddled with holes.
It was a simple task to sever the remaining musculature, Venser arranging the dead, partially rotten musculature aside, the wolf's internal organs arranged by order of importance, heart and lungs first, with the innards that comprised of its intestines, stomach, bladder, and the rest set aside with the rotten muscle, the waste pile. Perhaps Venser would find a use for the heart and lungs, or, at the very least, study them in passing, but the rest were simply trash to be abandoned and tossed aside.
The corpse was mostly intact, the torso entirely hollowed out, decapitated and tailless as it was. The legs were untouched, as was the spinal column, which Venser knew was in his best interests to save. Though, for the moment, he would use only the ribs. The rest could be excavated at his leisure.
