12-17-2018, 01:09 AM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 1.4;letter-spacing:.1px"]There were worse things in the world than cannibalism. Ambroise had seen plenty. Torture was, generally, cruel, slow, and painful. If they ate someone while they were alive, he was sure that'd be shitty, but there was that, and there was gravity slowly bringing your body sliding down a pole impaled through your abdomen. Ambroise had seen many people left to that fate, dying over the course of a day, while the raiders occasionally threw things at them, or stood by and jeered like it was such a show. The fact of the matter was, the ability to feel pain opened up an endless amount of avenues for creativity. Cannibalism ranked pretty low, especially considering eating was at least partially productive. Everyone had to eat something. Ambroise didn't give a shit.
The lion passed some asshole he also didn't give a shit about, not even bothering with a grunt or a nod, heading for the outskirts of the territory for some semblance of peace and quiet. Orpheus had found his spot, so he needed the space. Wasn't really expecting to find a body eaten at the border, though. From the piss-poor cleaning job, it was pretty clear the murderer had killed from the inside out, rather than showing up and murdering someone at the border. Ambroise wasn't impressed, nor was he concerned. He knew what he was capable of, and someone who went around gnawing on their own kind wasn't something he needed to fear, so Ambroise left the scene and continued on his way. Let one of the others with a conscience for strangers take up arms.
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The lion passed some asshole he also didn't give a shit about, not even bothering with a grunt or a nod, heading for the outskirts of the territory for some semblance of peace and quiet. Orpheus had found his spot, so he needed the space. Wasn't really expecting to find a body eaten at the border, though. From the piss-poor cleaning job, it was pretty clear the murderer had killed from the inside out, rather than showing up and murdering someone at the border. Ambroise wasn't impressed, nor was he concerned. He knew what he was capable of, and someone who went around gnawing on their own kind wasn't something he needed to fear, so Ambroise left the scene and continued on his way. Let one of the others with a conscience for strangers take up arms.
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mall-caps; line-height:1.1;"]there is no such thing as a dawn or a dusk — it's daylight until it is night; and there is no such thing as a dying man — we are alive 'til the moment we are dead
mall-caps; line-height:1.1;"]there is no such thing as a dawn or a dusk — it's daylight until it is night; and there is no such thing as a dying man — we are alive 'til the moment we are dead