PRIVATE Snowblind || p, Xenti

[XANTI]

XANTI

“The liquid diet cannibal is awake.”

The cheetahcore walked into the torchlight. A bat wing fluttered. The satchel at xyr side smelled strongly of moonshine. Four bone knives lazily orbited xyr body, floating, suspended, through telekinesis.

In front of the bars, Xanti placed a decapitated cheetah head. Seamus had begun to rot.

Xanti looked within the cell. “My name is Xanti. You tortured my brother. Prepare to suffer.”

Xanti had no need for xyr veneer of a pleasant doctor. Xyr stare was dead-eyed psychopathic—identical to Seamus’s—and Xanti already know how xyr unmasked psychopathy appeared. The doctor who’d taught xem medicine had said it’s like there’s nothing inside you, and Xanti thought that was an idiotic statement. Nothing inside xem? Really? Xe had no self-image, yes, but that was a limiter, like the rest of the bullshit Xanti had severed.

Xanti felt the full range of emotion, but xe didn’t feel guilty or ashamed of those emotions. Xanti had more inside of xem than those fools with built-in emotional dampeners.

From xyr perspective, xe had cut away everything which made xem weak. Whatever xe lacked that looked “empty” to others? Xe didn’t want those defective emotions back. Seamus, xyr brother, was a different story; Seamus, stuck halfway in his own metamorphosis, had never achieved enlightenment. Had always choked on his morality. Seamus had clung to good and evil, even as that noose strangled him.

Xanti tilted xyr head. Two bone knives circled xyr head, then tapped the bars of the cell. “What to cut first, hm? I suppose an eye for an eye would be exsanguination, but that’d be… unoriginal.” A smirk. “You exsanguinated my brother to deter copycat cannibals, hm? I suppose I should honor that wish and tap into my creativity.”

While xe spoke and the bone knives orbited xyr head, rope telekinetically snaked out of the satchel. Using telekinesis, Xanti attempted to loop the rope around Project’s front legs and, abruptly, smash those limbs together in a bind. Then, xe’d bite the rope and drag the wolf such that his legs would reach through the cell’s bars, and his long muzzle would be caught between the metal bars.

After all, Xanti was a lazy sadist. No need to make things pretty. The bars weren't a barrier; the bars were, like the rope, a tool. While xe took xyr time looking between the wolf's red and blue eyes, xyr smirk widened. Which one did xe want to allow to watch xem work? “A fool like you will never learn, eh? You are defective. Just. Like. My. Brother.“

Xanti clicked his tongue against xyr teeth. “I'm thinking a touch of copycat cannibalism, a splash of copycat vampirism. And, of course, my unique creativity. If I'm that obvious about it, even a fool like you will learn, hm? You can’t stop evil with evil.“