Humans are above animals, capable of higher processes, of abstract thoughts. Truth. Justice. Revenge. What did any of that mean to the common beast? Dogs had no concept of justice. Horses felt no need to seek revenge for the fates of their kin. Cats could not care less that what they know is not the truth. Animals held no desire for senseless slaughter. They would not kill one another over a special stone, a few scraps of metal. They fought to hold territory, but killed only when necessary.
Humans are not animals. Humans are above such creatures.
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Ezio knelt down, feeling the smooth brick paving push into his knees. Slowly, reverently, he cupped the dead man's face, gazing back into lifeless eyes and smoothing his thumbs over pale, bloodless cheekbones.
There was a savage beauty in the dance of blades as both sides fought for their lives. There was the never ending pattern, that irrevocable truth that for one to live, another must die. There was the heat, the passion, the burning bloodlust.
Death was something else.
The assassin leaned forward, lips parted, eyes half closed. One hand shifted, tilting the guard's head upwards. The other moved to his lower back, giving support to the limp body.
Battle was a burning fire. Death was a bottomless pool. Why tread water when it was so much easier to just let go and sink to the bottom? There were no smothering responsibilities, no petty nuisances. There was only the calming stillness and the promise of relief.
He could not help the shiver that ran down his spine, the soft groan as he licked the lifeblood from the corpse's lips, the ragged breathing as sensitive fingers explored the gash through it's abdomen.
The city was a mass of emotion, a shifting web of uneasiness that nobody noticed but everyone felt. Ezio belonged here. The Assassin did not. The city could feel his presence and she was not happy. She sent her guards to fight him. To kill off this terrible, foreign intruder. She did not comprehend the parasites that were the politicians she trusted. Could not comprehend that perhaps this outsider wanted to be chased. That she was sending her protectors to their doom.
Muffled sounds of want and need, mouth full of a dead man's shoulder, hips bucking, hands grasping slick, red-stained bone, and a thoughtless, wordless prayer to a god he no longer (never did) believe in, begging for something he could not find among the living.
The Assassin, the guards would whisper, was a monster. An animal given human form. One that preyed upon any that had the misfortune to cross his path.
They were wrong.
The Assassin was human, and humans are not animals. Humans are something worse.
- My apologies to prompter. I rather doubt this was what you were expecting. (figures that my first fanfic would be a fill towards a necrophilia prompt... *sigh*)
Late fill is Very Late
Humans are above animals, capable of higher processes, of abstract thoughts. Truth. Justice. Revenge. What did any of that mean to the common beast? Dogs had no concept of justice. Horses felt no need to seek revenge for the fates of their kin. Cats could not care less that what they know is not the truth. Animals held no desire for senseless slaughter. They would not kill one another over a special stone, a few scraps of metal. They fought to hold territory, but killed only when necessary.
Humans are not animals. Humans are above such creatures.
-
Ezio knelt down, feeling the smooth brick paving push into his knees. Slowly, reverently, he cupped the dead man's face, gazing back into lifeless eyes and smoothing his thumbs over pale, bloodless cheekbones.
There was a savage beauty in the dance of blades as both sides fought for their lives. There was the never ending pattern, that irrevocable truth that for one to live, another must die. There was the heat, the passion, the burning bloodlust.
Death was something else.
The assassin leaned forward, lips parted, eyes half closed. One hand shifted, tilting the guard's head upwards. The other moved to his lower back, giving support to the limp body.
Battle was a burning fire. Death was a bottomless pool. Why tread water when it was so much easier to just let go and sink to the bottom? There were no smothering responsibilities, no petty nuisances. There was only the calming stillness and the promise of relief.
He could not help the shiver that ran down his spine, the soft groan as he licked the lifeblood from the corpse's lips, the ragged breathing as sensitive fingers explored the gash through it's abdomen.
The city was a mass of emotion, a shifting web of uneasiness that nobody noticed but everyone felt. Ezio belonged here. The Assassin did not. The city could feel his presence and she was not happy. She sent her guards to fight him. To kill off this terrible, foreign intruder. She did not comprehend the parasites that were the politicians she trusted. Could not comprehend that perhaps this outsider wanted to be chased. That she was sending her protectors to their doom.
Muffled sounds of want and need, mouth full of a dead man's shoulder, hips bucking, hands grasping slick, red-stained bone, and a thoughtless, wordless prayer to a god he no longer (never did) believe in, begging for something he could not find among the living.
The Assassin, the guards would whisper, was a monster. An animal given human form. One that preyed upon any that had the misfortune to cross his path.
They were wrong.
The Assassin was human, and humans are not animals. Humans are something worse.
-
My apologies to prompter. I rather doubt this was what you were expecting.
(figures that my first fanfic would be a fill towards a necrophilia prompt... *sigh*)