Who: Mercymorn the First, Paul Atreides, Ortus Nigenad, and you
What: September catch-all, open and closed prompts
When: Throughout September
Where: Trench and other Trench
Content Warnings: Cults, body horror, psychological horror, violence, death, marked by thread
no subject
The woman watches it fall, and the girl who removes herself from its back, with impassivity, unless the girl seems to require some final assistance in making a safe landing. Woe very much doubts that she will. She wouldn't call herself impressed, exactly - but she's taken notice, which is nearly the same thing.
"A Hunter, I presume," she says, approaching the girl at the edge of the growing spill of blood that halts itself along a precise invisible line around the Beast and begins to clot. "If I had known you'd prove competent, I really could have saved all the trouble."