[ For the length of the story. Here her words are curt, shaped in a way that is ugly inside her mouth and it comes, stilted, offbeat. ] The daughter, had turned human once more, but her mind hadn't caught up. We found her with her hands inside of her father's chest, pushing flesh into her mouth. Apparently, they like to do this, when they take new cities. They don't turn the soldiers, or courtiers, politicians, officials.
No one would lift a hand to their own child. It is... efficient.
[ And that is where she leaves it. Kitty was a clever girl, smart, sharp, knew enough horrors to figure out the details unspoken. This was the become what I knew, the deep breath, I will never forget such a thing. ]
I... dealt with the problem. The next day, I wrote again, of what I had seen. They wrote back I was mistaken. The Half-Breeds as they are called, could not be in Hindustan, because the Knights of the Realm - men and women who drink the blackwater to devote themselves to fight the Half-Breed scourage, had driven them back in England, so how could they be elsewhere?
Unfortunately, we had already burned the body and given her rights. We - I - had no proof. It was insult enough to be called a fool, and thus a liar, but... I hoped, rightly or wrongly, that it was just one case. It was not.
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Date: 2019-01-15 04:00 pm (UTC)[ For the length of the story. Here her words are curt, shaped in a way that is ugly inside her mouth and it comes, stilted, offbeat. ] The daughter, had turned human once more, but her mind hadn't caught up. We found her with her hands inside of her father's chest, pushing flesh into her mouth. Apparently, they like to do this, when they take new cities. They don't turn the soldiers, or courtiers, politicians, officials.
No one would lift a hand to their own child. It is... efficient.
[ And that is where she leaves it. Kitty was a clever girl, smart, sharp, knew enough horrors to figure out the details unspoken. This was the become what I knew, the deep breath, I will never forget such a thing. ]
I... dealt with the problem. The next day, I wrote again, of what I had seen. They wrote back I was mistaken. The Half-Breeds as they are called, could not be in Hindustan, because the Knights of the Realm - men and women who drink the blackwater to devote themselves to fight the Half-Breed scourage, had driven them back in England, so how could they be elsewhere?
Unfortunately, we had already burned the body and given her rights. We - I - had no proof. It was insult enough to be called a fool, and thus a liar, but... I hoped, rightly or wrongly, that it was just one case. It was not.