11-17-2022, 08:20 PM
Gathered here are all the great minds of the wolves, and Dimitri is determined to listen. He keeps his ears perked, taking in the questions. He notes the fiery voice of Kuhn, the great tiger, and wonders if perhaps the tiger is correct. Ira, the stern-faced woman who lives close to them, seems intimidating, but her questions are accurate. Pointed, even, to dig out the truth of the conflict. The woman besides the man asking for judgement, Freya, is soft, but her bias is clear. And Valeska, his dear mother, seems only concerned of the honest judgment.
Ragnar gives his speech with gusto, and Dimitri has to admit that there's a brutality to what he's asking. Death. A limb. A loss of a pack. Is there justice in an eye for an eye? He will pray on this. He will ruminate over it. Then comes Vendrussel, the one they claim is duplicitous. But the way she speaks, with such passion, makes Dimitri almost want to believe her. Almost want to see her given a light sentence. Perhaps it is not true.
She claims that the gods can judge her in that moment. Dimitri doesn't fault that.
And in a flash of light, they do.
Burning fur, burning flesh fills his nostrils. He stares, not quite shielded in time, watching as the electricity sparks through Vendrussel. For a moment, he thinks, she's not dead. She's moving. It's likely leftover electric impulses, but Dimitri doesn't know that. The twitching should stop soon. He can smell smoke. Is her corpse burning? He doesn't know. And then he stares up to the sky, to the stormclouds overhead.
"It's arrogant," he says, just loud enough for those nearest him to hear him (as certainly, there would be chaos in this moment, wouldn't there?), "to ask the gods to place their judgement and not expect it. I hope she meant what she said." He sounds dreamlike, shaking only slightly. The shock of the moment is masking the immediate trauma of seeing her die.
"Because the gods answered. They can answer at any time. They see all and they will judge all."
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Ragnar gives his speech with gusto, and Dimitri has to admit that there's a brutality to what he's asking. Death. A limb. A loss of a pack. Is there justice in an eye for an eye? He will pray on this. He will ruminate over it. Then comes Vendrussel, the one they claim is duplicitous. But the way she speaks, with such passion, makes Dimitri almost want to believe her. Almost want to see her given a light sentence. Perhaps it is not true.
She claims that the gods can judge her in that moment. Dimitri doesn't fault that.
And in a flash of light, they do.
Burning fur, burning flesh fills his nostrils. He stares, not quite shielded in time, watching as the electricity sparks through Vendrussel. For a moment, he thinks, she's not dead. She's moving. It's likely leftover electric impulses, but Dimitri doesn't know that. The twitching should stop soon. He can smell smoke. Is her corpse burning? He doesn't know. And then he stares up to the sky, to the stormclouds overhead.
"It's arrogant," he says, just loud enough for those nearest him to hear him (as certainly, there would be chaos in this moment, wouldn't there?), "to ask the gods to place their judgement and not expect it. I hope she meant what she said." He sounds dreamlike, shaking only slightly. The shock of the moment is masking the immediate trauma of seeing her die.
"Because the gods answered. They can answer at any time. They see all and they will judge all."
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