SHE SPUTTERS PISTOL SHOTS / o, public humiliation

[Luciferr]

FENRISULFR

▼ — when the weak court death, they find it.

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War sat beside victory, a subtle agreement with her own thoughts and a steady presence of said agreement.

for he was the god of war - not torture - and saw no reason in it.

he did not flinch from blood, gore and horror - for what was a battlefield if not all three rolled together and he had seen far worse things in his time but torture was pointless, merely an expression of ones anger out on a helpless foe - there was no honour in it and no victory.

it wasn't even a good tactic for information - for people would say anything if they thought the pain would stop.

so he simply sat stone faced and watched their leader merit out his punishments with an impassive gaze - it wasn't even one they were warring with, a foolish move and a certain way for them to gain enemies and find themselves surrounded by no friendly faces.

but their leaders word was law and so the war god sat silent.

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▲ — MALE. TANGLEWOOD. VERY HARD. REF. BIO. — ▲

#psychosocial.