Guard Duty at the Convent
Posted 28 May 2010 - 09:41 PM
Posted 01 June 2010 - 09:59 PM
"When nothing else goes right," she thought, "you can go someplace lonesome and smoke."
Ahlai had woken up late and with a sore throat. Skipping breakfast hadn't helped things, and the priests noticed when she tried to slip quietly into morning prayers. She knocked a stack of books off a table in the library, and they ran out of tea at lunch. Luckily, the priests' supposed punishment for being late to prayers wasn't so bad. Ahlai liked guard duty, especially at night.
"If only it wasn't so damned cold." Muttering, she crushed the butt of her first cigarette before being wracked with coughs.
"It doesn't do anything for my damned throat." Ahlai stuck another cigarette in her mouth. The first match broke off at the head. The last was blown out by the wind.
Posted 12 June 2010 - 10:40 PM
The basement was a dark, seldom-visited part of the Convent. It was also where most of the food supplies were kept, and it was rat central. Ahlai crept down the steps late at night and spun her web. It was an insidious thing, sprawling along the floor and around crates, forming an almost impenetrable barrier to the rest of the world.
Of course, she didn't eat them. Merely came down in the morning and speared the rats that survived. Usually half the rats caught were dead, killed by other rats trapped close enough to bite and tear. It often lead her to contemplation, the simple and final act of ending the creatures' lives. It said something, the animals surviving a brutal night of cannibalistic warfare, only to be snuffed out instantly when the morning came by something they couldn't begin to comprehend.
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