RP:Execution of Nixcanta Vitaservus
Present
- Executioner
- Nixcanta Vitaservus [Condemned]
Location
Execution
Jacklin nears the feline male dressed in the amours of foreign make and mold. Normally lithe figure is bulky from boots to breast, the shining female comes to a halt before Nixcanta. From within the hood comes a clearing of vocals, gravely voice seeping from the mouth less patch covering her lips. “You call for the Executioner, she comes.” Relinquishing hold on the thin metallic utensil latched to her backside she sinks the silvery apex into the lax soil beneath their footing. With another adjustment of whiskey-batched vocals she nears Nixcanta until she can hear the fait breathing falling from his own maw. “Dead man breathing. I’ll let you go now.” Without pause, in the fluidity that others had praised the Executioner for in years long passed, she lifted the spear upwards between deft digits and circles the thin neck of her weapon with serpentine-familiar grip. Shifting weight onto her back leg as the other slides forward from its mate, armored body twisting beneath the weight of metal until it reached the breaking point, so to say. With this in place, the plan passes into completion. Jacklin lets the fully-wound pull of her body release toward the victim with the glistening point of Uabhasach slicing through the air, with swift propelling of its master, until the soft neck of Nixcanta was granted. With such force behind the tool, the path never once was bred with hesitation. Expelling on the other side of the felines neck, out into the beautiful daylight surrounding the pair. Knowing the male could, by chance, still be alive she continued with that had made her notable…beguiling. Withdrawing the spear her next actions were adroit and hasty. Shoving the male down with the brunt of Uabhasach she straddled him now, elbows digging into the moist soil now wet with not only water, but blood. With fingers alone she began to tear away at the other tendons and muscles keeping his head secure to the neck. Several grunts and groans wafted into the air as Jacklin continued in her visceral goal of complete separation. After several moments of the fantastic farm animal commotion, the Executioner indulged in one last grotesque display with the now masticated-feline. Craning her own neck down toward she surely lifeless male she lifted the hood to reveal sallow lips, teeth emerging until they locked down around the flesh of his brow. Then, in crazed desire, the Executioner bit down into the brow and began to slowly, but surely, peel the flesh from the skull. Only taking minutes she spits each slice onto the ground neck to him. With her task complete, the elder rises from the corpse with a push of knees and hands. Grasping the head from the ground, and the flesh of facial creation, she nods a final time, “Done and…back.” With the strange words said, Jacklin retreats from the area.
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