The lack of an answer was, to say the very least, expected. The Kelvic slave had proven herself to be defiant at every turn, a fierce, untamed and despised stain upon the face of Ravok. And so, when she had refused to answer, Venser was quite pleased. For to provide an answer and submit would have convinced the Rush twin to perhaps show leniency. However, her unbroken spirit and her perseverance in the face of the victor was infuriating. To not know to submit, to be ignorant of even the most basic tenant of survival showed Venser that this... thing, must be shown that her life was expendable. He had no intention of killing her himself, but he would leave it to chance, taking what he wanted from her. Her livelihood. A hunter required the use of their eyes to follow their prey and know their way around.
A wolf perhaps required their ears more, but the eyes, windows to the soul itself and the channel upon which several magicks were utilized, were more desirable. And the eyes, for a human, were more important. And Redd did not take her eyes from her animal form. That much he could see. A smile permeated upon Venser Rush's lips as he looked into the woman's eyes, staring into the eye that was not threatened by his blade for several, baiting moments before he pulled the blade back. Instead, Venser raised his right hand and pressed it to Redd's chest. Stowing his dagger, he then applied force, leaning his weight heavily forward, putting his weight into the equation in the attempt to keep the Kelvic taught against the wall. Venser's legs parted to shoulder width to allow his own weight proper distribution upon the ground before he leaned in to whisper to the Kelvic,
"You have beautiful eyes, slave. I would hate to damage them... So hold still."
The smirk he had held broadened all the more. His lips parted entirely, his white teeth visible. His eyes took a particular shine to them as he noted the hazel hues. Were they filled with fear? Last defiance? Was she recalling something? The Rush twin reflected upon it for several moments before he raised his left hand. His arm twitched with the aching fibers of the pulled muscle, but he didn't mind it. His hand kept still and straight, a trait picked up from his experience carving, as he brought his fingers to her face. He caressed her cheek, an almost tender experience before he raised his hand further. His fingers pressed to the fleshy skin around the Kelvic's right eye. He did not choose which eye, going merely with what felt right, his hand struggling to keep straight, though he ignored the pain. His eyes closed for a moment, the Rush twin pressing more tightly against the Kelvic's chest, pinning her more tightly to the wall before he struck.
Venser Rush's fingers plunged forward in the attempt to clutch the Kelvic's eye. There was no hesitation in the movement, a fluid motion accompanied by a twang in his arm yet again. Venser bit upon his lips to distract himself from the pain in his arm, drawing blood from the wounded flesh. If he was successful, Venser Rush would dig his nails into the beds of her eyelids, intent on tearing through the flesh that protected her eye. If Redd did nothing, his fingers would penetrate the flesh and circle around her eyeball. if they did, he would then pull. The Rush twin would feel the resistance as the nerves clung to the orb, though it was then that he yanked as quickly as he could, a grunt escaping his lips as he stepped back from the Kelvic.
It was then that he would stop paying attention to her entirely. Venser Rush would hold on to the eye that he had stolen from her, turning the orb in his bloodstained hand, pale blue eyes staring again into the hazel, flecked with blood and spidered with red lines in the sclera as it was. The Kelvic's blood dripped onto his hands, the Rush twin struck with an idea and quickly finding the vial that he carried with him in his pocket. There was no caution in it. Venser Rush raised the eye over the open vial, allowing several drops to drain into the vial before sealing it shut and stowing it.
He would then cradle the eyeball in his hand, allowing the moment of his victory to pass as he observed the Kelvic's reaction. He wanted to see her suffering. But more so, he wanted to feel it. The Rush twin mustered his djed a final time, raising it into his own eyes. It took much longer than it had before, Venser's tired body and testing of his djed causing his usage of djed to become sluggish as he branched his consciousness forward. He synchronized with Redd's aura in the midst of her suffering.
Show me what it is to know despair.
Count: 835
A wolf perhaps required their ears more, but the eyes, windows to the soul itself and the channel upon which several magicks were utilized, were more desirable. And the eyes, for a human, were more important. And Redd did not take her eyes from her animal form. That much he could see. A smile permeated upon Venser Rush's lips as he looked into the woman's eyes, staring into the eye that was not threatened by his blade for several, baiting moments before he pulled the blade back. Instead, Venser raised his right hand and pressed it to Redd's chest. Stowing his dagger, he then applied force, leaning his weight heavily forward, putting his weight into the equation in the attempt to keep the Kelvic taught against the wall. Venser's legs parted to shoulder width to allow his own weight proper distribution upon the ground before he leaned in to whisper to the Kelvic,
"You have beautiful eyes, slave. I would hate to damage them... So hold still."
The smirk he had held broadened all the more. His lips parted entirely, his white teeth visible. His eyes took a particular shine to them as he noted the hazel hues. Were they filled with fear? Last defiance? Was she recalling something? The Rush twin reflected upon it for several moments before he raised his left hand. His arm twitched with the aching fibers of the pulled muscle, but he didn't mind it. His hand kept still and straight, a trait picked up from his experience carving, as he brought his fingers to her face. He caressed her cheek, an almost tender experience before he raised his hand further. His fingers pressed to the fleshy skin around the Kelvic's right eye. He did not choose which eye, going merely with what felt right, his hand struggling to keep straight, though he ignored the pain. His eyes closed for a moment, the Rush twin pressing more tightly against the Kelvic's chest, pinning her more tightly to the wall before he struck.
Venser Rush's fingers plunged forward in the attempt to clutch the Kelvic's eye. There was no hesitation in the movement, a fluid motion accompanied by a twang in his arm yet again. Venser bit upon his lips to distract himself from the pain in his arm, drawing blood from the wounded flesh. If he was successful, Venser Rush would dig his nails into the beds of her eyelids, intent on tearing through the flesh that protected her eye. If Redd did nothing, his fingers would penetrate the flesh and circle around her eyeball. if they did, he would then pull. The Rush twin would feel the resistance as the nerves clung to the orb, though it was then that he yanked as quickly as he could, a grunt escaping his lips as he stepped back from the Kelvic.
It was then that he would stop paying attention to her entirely. Venser Rush would hold on to the eye that he had stolen from her, turning the orb in his bloodstained hand, pale blue eyes staring again into the hazel, flecked with blood and spidered with red lines in the sclera as it was. The Kelvic's blood dripped onto his hands, the Rush twin struck with an idea and quickly finding the vial that he carried with him in his pocket. There was no caution in it. Venser Rush raised the eye over the open vial, allowing several drops to drain into the vial before sealing it shut and stowing it.
He would then cradle the eyeball in his hand, allowing the moment of his victory to pass as he observed the Kelvic's reaction. He wanted to see her suffering. But more so, he wanted to feel it. The Rush twin mustered his djed a final time, raising it into his own eyes. It took much longer than it had before, Venser's tired body and testing of his djed causing his usage of djed to become sluggish as he branched his consciousness forward. He synchronized with Redd's aura in the midst of her suffering.
Show me what it is to know despair.
Count: 835
