9/28/2025, 3:13 PM
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The gravedigger's amber eyes would turn toward her, an apathetic intensity lingering behind crystalline gems — an apathy that rivaled even her own. Sreda would watch him for a few moments longer before neatly settling herself down at the edge of the half-dug grave. Square paws would angle toward him before she rested her tail in a neat curl around her feet.
"I would not be keen to raise the dead in this accursed land." Probably wise.
Believe me, I've tried,she'd offer cooly, lifting a brow as she recalled the Demon* she'd resurrected in the heart of the fires. A failure, for the beast had run off. Even the devil-soul she'd pulled from Dimitri had dared not stay on this plane with her. She'd also been unsuccessful in revitalizing her grandmother ... a shame. Perhaps their souls were too fragile for the living realm.
Maybe this stranger had the right idea, to enjoy the dead rather than try to reverse their eternal condition.
His large frame pulled upward from the hole, the underlying scent of sulfur and dirt lifting into the breeze with the steady motion of his frame. "I plan to bury her. Slowly, she'll ripen with rot, and only then will I unmask her for a taste." There was a chilling lilt to his voice, a buried intensity that danced behind his eyes ... ready to be unbound. It stirred something in Sreda's chest, a pesky warmth that caused a strange hiccup in her heartbeat for a fleeting moment as her gaze turned from him to the doe and back again.
He spoke his 'order' for rot casually, much like a 'normal' person would place their order at a coffee shop.
A man with taste,she'd offer him by way of compliment, flicking her ears forward. Her tail would flick, unveiling her paws.
Does such a man seek assistance in his endeavors? Or does he prefer to work alone?She felt she knew the answer, for there was a similarity between the two of them. They worked alone — almost exclusively. But perhaps, just this once, he, too, would seek the company of something living ... if only for a brief moment.
Besides ... she may be small, but she was certainly an efficient grave-digger.
And un-digger.
* she thought she revived a demon, it was just a wolf, but don't tell her that
