>Though sleep and bodily pains were no longer a concern for Rebecca, emotions and interactions were just as important to her as they had ever been.
All base human necessities were still just as important to her as to anyother human. Though shelter had been graciously given to her by Caella that didn't make it a permanent solution as she would eventually be asked to move on. On that occasion, Rebecca knew she would need money to keep her off the streets and so the young woman had set off to east town marketplace with a carpet to sit on and a humble tailoring kit, at first offering nothing but meager repairs to any defects or tears to clothing that needed repaired. After a few days of humble work, Rebecca was able to gather the sums to buy a bolt of rough linen cloth with which she made simple, plain, but sturdy work pants and shirts for people to buy at a modest cost.
>The day had gone well and Rebecca only had a few shirts left from the day but with the sun setting and the streets emptying out it was time for her to head home. Going through the small deserted streets that lead to the church with shirts draped over her arm and a small box of sewing supplies in hand, Rebecca wondered what Caella would have prepared for supper today.
>>41334214 >As Rebecca strolled down the street, the echoing of footsteps would be heard somewhat close behind her. However, if she turned around or stopped, the sound would also stop and there would be no sign of anything out of the ordinary. If she began to walk again, the steps would resume. As time went on, the steps would only seem to speed up as whatever was making them tried to get closer.
>Eventually, out of the corners of her eyes, she might make out a shadowy figure darting in and out of sight behind walls and alleyways... But only glimpses. However, this much was clear: She was being followed.
>>41334230 >Hearing the footsteps of a person draw closer to her in the darkness Rebecca couldn't help but tense up as they seemed to accelerate in her direction. Sure enough, she had known that this city was dangerous and had a bad reputation for being a nest of villainy but surely none of those people would target someone like her would they? Sure enough she looked to be an easy target, a girl on her own walking the darkened streets at night after a day's work, but she had nothing worth stealing and only a handful of coins to show her day's efforts. Surely nobody would take so little from her right? Nobody could possibly be that desperate.
>Still, even as the those questions rushed through her mind, Rebecca's step quickened on its own as she made to hurry towards the church. Whoever was after her would surely know of Caella and how fearsome she could be. Surely that reputation alone would be enough to scare off whatever was coming for her in the shadows.
>>41334862 >The footsteps don't stop despite their proximity to the cathedral and it's vicious priestess. In fact, they seem to actually speed up even more, the pursuer's intentions becoming clear. They were after Rebecca, no doubt about it.
>Suddenly, the pursuer's steps become much quicker and louder, the heavy footfalls of his shoes echoing through the dim streets as he broke into a sprint towards the girl. If she were to look, she'd see a shadowy figure in a leather cloak running twards her, rusty blade brandished. He was quick. Very quick. There was little time to react, and the ruffian knew this. With an angry growl, he held his knife out in front of him as he ran right into Rebecca... plunging the rusty blade into her stomach.
>As the knife sunk into her flesh with a wet squelch, the bandit growled into Rebecca's ear.
Fuckin' flesh-eatin' maniac!
>He would attempt to shove her to the ground, yanking his blade out of her with a twist, getting ready for another strike. Clearly, it wasn't money he was after.
>>41334879 >As a man dashed out of the alley Rebecca could do nothing but watched dumbfounded as he screamed at her and flashed something towards her center. So fast, he was so fast and she could do nothing to stop him because it was all happening so suddenly. There was pressure on her stomach and a feeling of slick wet nothingness spreading over her. Was she going to die? Was she already dying and she simply couldn't tell from her new body's distorted senses?
>Over and over the man rammed his shinny thing into her chest and stomach each time contributing to the pool of wetness whilst Rebecca just stared on in muted terror. Her second chance was already ending only having exited for such a short amount of time. What wrong had she committed that needed punishing in this man's eyes? What had she done wrong? Had her lungs answered her call and been able to drawn in breath enough for her to speak, Rebecca would have used it to apologize to the man whose blade painted the walls and floor of the alley red with her blood.
File: 1462734610984.jpg (54.36 KB, 503x561, 2016-05-08_13-32-21.jpg) >>41337372 >The man was relentless, completely immersed in a mad rage as he plunged his shiv into the Wight's abdomen over and over, smiling wildly as he did so. In his mind, he was doing a wonderful service to the world, ridding the streets of a man-eating monster wearing the skin of a human.
>However, as he raised his knife for yet another impalement, he suddenly stops, his manic, passionate breathing suddenly becoming extremely shaky and obviously fearful. Frozen on top of her, the man ceases his stabbing for quite a while, the only sounds coming from him are his breathing, and a single...
"Wh-... Wha... ?!"
>Muttered underneath his breath. If Rebecca were able to look, she'd see a large, furry claw covered in blonde hair gripping the man's knife-wielding hand tightly. So tightly, in fact, that a loud "CRACK" is heard in the instant before he was thrown off of the girl, his knife clattering away from his collapsed body a few yards away. It would turn out that claw was attached to someone...
>A rather young-looking girl, sporting a pair of large ears on the top of her head, and a large bestial claw poking out from her left sleeve.
>With a rather ferocious snarl, the young lady immediately darted to the would-be-murderer, tearing into his throat with her claws like some kind of enraged animal, his blood quickly mixing with Rebecca's in mere moments. With a few final gurgles and coughs, the man goes limp, the Beastkin standing above him. Staring down at the corpse with complete and utter disdain, she whips her claw down at it, spraying it with the blood that now soaked its fur.
>However, the girl had no time to gloat over her kill, as she quickly ran back over to Rebecca, a much more gentle and concerned expression now on her face.
Oh, gods... Please, stay with me!
>In a slight panic, the girl did the only thing she could think of, putting both hand and claw on the massive wounds in Rebecca's stomach and pressing down hard, putting pressure on the wounds to hopefully stop the bleeding.
>>41337505 >Watching with a vaguely distant expression as the man destroyed her body for the pleasure of doing so, Rebecca felt only the mildest pressure on her abdomen and chest as the rusty knife pierced her flesh over and over again. If the blood that washed over her was warm she could not tell, such senses to tell distinctions between hot and cold had left her with her rebirth as did the pain she would have otherwise felt from this assault. Rather than fear, Rebecca felt only sadness for this man whose desperate emotions had culminated into a savage act that eroded his self and lead him to ultimately burn in the Judicator's flame.
>But whilst she could only lay down and watch as the man had his way with her body, a new being came from the shadows and ripped the man's throat out. Why? How had such a mad place come into being? Eyes full of tears over the man who was just killed, Rebecca could only struggle to find her breath to cry out for the soul that was lost. Rebecca didn't feel like she was dying nor did she feel any pain over what had been done to her. Yet someone had died here and it wasn't her.
Hhhh Hhhhhaahhh
>And though the girl pressed her bloody hands down to her chest to stem the bleeding, Rebecca could only despair over what had happened. So much blood had been spilled over her yet she could feel none of it. All of this violence had happened and it all felt so pointless, so very pointless.
>Trying to move her limbs, Rebecca found that her entire body was sluggish and leaden, too much blood had been lost and now her body wouldn't obey her anymore. Maybe in time, if she were allowed to recover, she could pull herself together and sow up what had been done to her.
>>41338184 >The panicked Beatkin continued to hold her hand and large paw on Rebecca's stomach, trying her best to prevent this girl from dying despite her almost non-existent medical knowledge. Looking at her face in concern as she let out a small cry, the stranger presses harder on the wounds.
Nonono! Shh, don't talk! Just stay awake, okay? You're not going to die!
>Realizing that this girl needed help now, the Beastkin removed her normal hand from the girl's abdomen and began wiggling out of her jacket, quickly shedding it from her body in order to use it for something more important.
>Taking her coat off, she immediately began wrapping it very tightly around Rebecca's abdomen as a makeshift bandage.
Here, this'll have to do for now...
>Tying the sleeves of the coat into a tight knot, the shoddy attempt at stopping the bleeding was complete. However, she wasn't done here. Gently the stranger worked her hands underneath Rebecca's body, lifting her up with some effort and holding her in the bridal position, hugging her close protectively.
I need you to bear with me, okay? I'm going to bring you somewhere safe.
>Getting to her feet, the girl immediately takes off running into the streets with Rebecca, heading in a direction she wasn't likely to find familiar.
>>41338186 >Though she could hear the rapid step of her violent savior's rush through the streets of Kingsmeet, Rebecca could do nothing but lay in the woman's arms and see where she was taken to. She had lost so much blood and suffered such organ damage that she could no longer move or speak. But whilst the rush of the event continued to pass, even keeping her eyes open became difficult.
<Ah, I guess I'm losing consciousness now. Will I die if my eyes close?
>With a blurred vision of the night sky passing above her and the tortured face of the strange girl, Rebecca breathed in one last shuddering breath before the effort of staying conscious became too much for her and she passed out.
>With a sudden lurch forward from the unconscious girl, Rebecca bit down into her savior's arm, drawing a large amount of fresh blood which she drank down greedily.
>Warm, so warm.
>To this unfeeling body that could taste neither food or discomfort, the fresh blood of her savior running down her throat was so fresh, so right. Looking down into her vacant red eyes, not a trace of reason could be found. This body of Rebecca's was operating entirely on auto-pilot, doing everything it could to keep itself alive.
>That which was unable to move before was now frightfully strong and able. Instrinct dictating its every move. With warm flesh in its maw, Rebecca's body suckled on the beastkin's wound as a babe would from a tit. Drawing the essence of its life into her.
>>41338466 >As the Beastkin ran through the quiet, dusk-lit streets of town, heading towards the Cult's Chapel, she stopped paying much attention to Rebecca's unconscious body in favor of watching where she was going. However, that all changed when she suddenly felt piercing, intense pain shoot through her arm as it was bitten into by the girl she had just tried to save.
>Letting out a pained gasp, the girl immediately drops Rebecca to the ground, tripping over her and tumbling down herself. Rolling across the street to a stop a few yards away, she immediately tries to struggle to her feet and clutches her bleeding arm, baring her teeth at Rebecca out of instinct, her sharp teeth glinting in the light.
<"That's what I get... damned Wights..."
>The girl straightens herself out, her feral expression gone but still glaring at the now-frenzying Wight in preparation for a fight. She's seen this before, a body with no mind or reason, only hunger. This wasn't going to be easy, that was for sure... Especially since she wouldn't be able to kill her.
>Letting go of her bleeding arm, ignoring it for now, she raises both her large paw and hand in front of her chest towards Rebecca, assuming a fighting stance, certain she didn't get her fill from one measly bite.
>>41338484 >Shoved away from the source of her comfort Rebecca's body tumbled to the ground in a heap unable to move well let alone straighten itself into a graceful landing. Still, with what it had taken into itself, Rebecca's vacant eyes stared at nothing but the ground in front of her.
>Where before Rebecca had been unable to even take in the air she needed to speak through her pierced lungs, the body now seemed able to take long drawn out breaths that shook it to the core. Still it did nothing, her body just lay there and breathed long, deep breaths of air it couldn't seem to get enough of.
>There was no fight in this "frenzied" Wight, let alone was there anything resembling aggression now that she was away from a direct source of food. All there was now was a crumbled body of a bleeding girl in the streets holding itself together through instinct alone.
>>41338546 >The girl stands at the ready for a few moments, expecting the girl to rise to her feet and run at her in an attempt to eat her, but... nothing was happening.
>Slowly lowering her arms, clutching her bleeding wound again, the Beastkin tilts her head curiously as her ears drooped downards. Why wasn't she going mad? Why wasn't she lunging at her trying to claw her throat out? She was a Wight, right?
>Taking a single step forward, the animal-eared girl bit her lip and tried to think of a way to go about this. She was still extremely wounded, and still desperately needed help. However, she also seemed to be prone to try taking a big chunk out of whoever went near her with her teeth. Looking around, the girl's eyes widened as an idea sprung into her mind after looking into a nearby alleyway.
>Immediately, she ran into the alleyway, praying no one would see the poor girl lying in the street, and began looking for the one thing she knew she'd be able to find in a dirty alleyway like this: Rats.
>>41338589 >>41338610 >>41338589 >Using her good senses of smell and hearing, the Beastkin skulked through the alleyway for only a short while before picking up on the presence of rats. How many was uncertain, but the smell of feces and filth usually pointed towards the creatures.
>Carefully looking around, she finally came across three stray rats feasting on food scraps someone from above seemed to have dumped from their window. The girl's eyes widened with predatory instinct as she slowly began to approach the filthy animals, her tail wagging slightly. Crouching down, she let go of her bleeding arm, and sat there for a few moments, readying herself to pounce.
>With a small leap through the air, the girl descended upon the rats, diving into them in an attempt to catch as many as she could in her hands. Luckily, her reflexes proved to be quick enough to not just catch one, but all three rats!
>Gripping them tightly, but not crushingly in her hand and paw, she quickly ran back to Rebecca, taking care not to harm the rats too much on her way there.
>Approaching the Wight, the Beastkin looked down at the squirming animals in her hands, making a grimace of disgust at what she was about to do to them.
Sorry... But your lives need to become part of someone greater than you...
>Walking up to Rebecca, she crouched down in front of her and held the live rats by their tails in front of her face, dangling them in her eyes so she could clearly see them.
>>41338589 >>41338623 >With the warmth of life so close to her, Rebecca's body reacted and moved towards its wriggling source, reaching up with hands to firmly grasp the first of the rats. With its convulsing mass in her hands, Rebecca opened her maw and bit deeply into the rat's body - ripping flesh and skin from bone and drinking deeply from its blood. After a few moments of suckling from the rat's corpse, Rebecca's body discarded the rat and reached up to grasp the second and third rats, each time repeated the grisly process of eating and drinking deeply from the still living rats.