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Embarrassing.. - Ash - 06-07-2017
So the first post I post in two years, I forgot to spell check.
Link: http://omniverse-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=5413&pid=102420#pid102420
Corrections Made (Can't remember if there is a special format this needs to be in; My apologies.):
The walls were thick 3" by 7", and no way knowing how thick, bricks with the rough 'bubble' edge protruding out into the space; they were covered in a film from being near water and waste for no telling how long. Her finger-less gloves allowed the tips of her digits to run across the walls as she followed a path that she thought would take her to her previous destination. However, the biggest problem of this was the fact that the sewage didn't follow the city's layout like the roads did. To her displeasure.
She could hear the dripping sound of water echo off the walls, it was ever present despite her inability to find anything with her light source. It was a torch, a handy piece of wood with a flame at the tip that flickered against the wet walls, the sound of wood cracking and the smell of the flame consuming the new wood was a great distraction from the garbage and waste on her right. The dancing torch light flickered off the moving water, where it was present; as there was a layer of fabric, food, and algae that set on the top, covering the 'beautiful' filth. The air was somehow more noxious than the dead - or even alive - troll she had to fight mere days before this.
She had been walking in relatively silence for a good 5 minutes, and only then did she hear signs of her prey. The chattering squeak was the perfect tell-tale signs of the rodents she was supposedly after. She had never had a problem with rats, much like she hasn't ever had a problem with spiders, snakes, or anything else considered 'creepy' or 'crawly'. She didn't particularly like anything of that nature either, knew several people who'd love those types of animals as pets instead of the boring option of a house cat, but she'd never been fascinated enough to want to keep one. Frankly, it was probably because she could hardly take care of herself on a day to day basis, a pet would be a responsibility not at all unlike having a child to her.
She pulled out The Quill as she moved closer to the noise of rodents. The man above had described them as large, but unless the walls were playing with the sound, she would assume bigger rats would make deeper sounds than the high pitched laughter she was hearing from an apparent swarm of rats. She just needed enough proof to show the guard for a quick reward. And perhaps someone needed a batch of Rat Tails for a potion of something.
She turned a corner, which was a more defined corner than the slight curves she had experienced this whole time, and when her light rounded the corner, the shadows came to life as the torch light touched the curved bodies of about thirteen rats. All colored in some combination of white, brown, black, or grey; some solid and some not so much. They were crawling all over each other and trying to achieve something, but to the demonic observer it was hard to tell. She watched as they piled onto one another and several broke away from the group, all to sniff and scratch at their surroundings.
At first she wondered if they were blind, as none of them too notice of her or her light; It would have appeared she thought that a bit too soon because one of them moved towards her at that moment. It pawed mostly over, just inside the circle of light her flame made, and then sat on its hind legs and sniffed in her direction. As far as she could tell, they were merely rats. Nothing particularly special about their size or anything. The one that approached her looked a little big, but not at all mistakable for a 'dog' or 'cat' sized rat.
The woman stood there, motionless, not because she wasn't trying to scare her prey, but because she wasn't sure what to do. Here one was 2 feet from her, and it seemed a bit too easy. Or was this just the introduction scene, to set her see the creature and add the first page to her bestiary before having to kill it? From the lack of interest that suddenly came over the rat in front of her, to the point of it turning its fat back to her and scurrying back to the swarm she could only assume so.
Ash sighed heavily, through her nose, and began to moved up. She felt a bit of guilt as she positioned herself very near the swarm, squatting down and bringing the light closer to them all. They seemed unfazed by its blaze, except the two or three that stopped to perch up on their back legs and sniff at her. This didn't feel fun at all, not even the swarm turning on her after she attacks it would make this better.. But a job was a job, and indeed this would be a job.
With blinding speed, her arm swiped at the closes rat, the feather shaped blade slid right through it without any resistance at all. The rat was suddenly in two, the top half - which had been sniffing at her - fell on its side to the left and the bottom fell to the right as it was heavier on that side. She watched with some pity as its guts, now free of its small furry case, spilled out from either half. Her nose wrinkled with displeasure. Until this point, she never considered herself the type to need a little sport from her prey but this wasn't fair at all. Even with one dead, the rats didn't seemed to understand their danger. Or at least not for a good half minute before a rat moved from the inside out and found it. It suddenly squeaked in a way that alerted the rest, just before she stabbed it through the back bone.
The rest of them scattered after that, but she regretted stabbing the little thing as it struggled under the knife. Even if she took pity on it and let it go, it would die from being impaled straight through like it was. Still, it made a horrible noise as it freaked out. Its little heart surely would burst before it bled out. Eventually it went still and silent, and she pulled her hand away but not the blade. How was it that she could fearlessly and remorselessly sever arm after regenerated arm in a mountain sized creature, but this seemed heartless to her?
After setting there for a bit, letting time escape her, Ash finally pulled the knife free - the fresh blood of her kills is magically pulled within the blade until it was clean again - she then cut the tails before kicking the remains of the creatures into the sewage. She stood up, lifted her tail off the ground, and began walking the thin line between the slimy walls and the clogged waters.
RE: Embarrassing.. - The Humble Sage - 06-07-2017
You should actually be able to make the edits yourself now! (progress I know!) down below the signature of your post there should be a button for applying edits.
If you are applying edits to an IC post (like this one) it will temporarily disappear from view, just so that staff can look it over and make sure nothing out of the ordinary is going on.
Hopefully this helps!
RE: Embarrassing.. - Ash - 06-07-2017
SWEET~!
Thanks xD Less strain on you guys.