What makes a person a monster?
When they kill or hurt others?
But a wild dog kills to eat, yet we don't consider it a monster, just an animal.
So...it would be when those things are done for reasons go beyond the need for simple self preservation or are for personal pleasure that it makes a person the monster?
Exactly. Does one demonize the dog when its master tells it to kill and it does what it has been trained to do, or does one demonize the master that unleashed the dog and taught it to kill?
Ki opened his eyes, the memory of a once insightful conversation departing his mind as he exhaled the air in his lungs. Smoke he had inhaled from the smolder cigarette burning between his lips wafted onto the air.
Ki was sitting on a small, wooden chair that sat surrounded by wooden furniture. The room he was in belonged to a old, worm eaten cottage in the more overgrown parts of La Noscea. A wooden table sat before him. Atop the table was a bound hyur. The hyur's eyes were wide as he looked at the miqo'te sitting beside him.
"Please..." the hyur pleaded. "I have a wife and child. They-"
"Your life story really doesn't interest me." Ki replied, his voice dry as he pulled out his large bowie knife free of its shealth and began to run a whet stone along the polished blade. "I was paid to kill you, so I'm going to do it."
"Then why not just kill me already?!" the man choked on a sob as he shouted. "Why are you dragging this out?"
Ki looked at the blade in his hand and tested the weight.
"Cause someone dear to me is dying and I need something out of you. Figured this was a win-win for me."
"I-what do you, hells take you!" the man spat before he sobbed angrily at his situation. Ki rose to his feet and went over to a box. He lifted the lid and puffs of cold steam sprung up. The male miqo'te inspected the interior of the container before shutting the lid. Ki slowly returned to the table, his boots echoing around through the room as crickets chirped outside.Â
Ki stopped and looked down at the hyur.
"You're a monster." the hyur glared. Ki chewed on his tongue as he scowled. Then Ki shoved his knife into the man's throat. He pressed down with the point and severed the hyur's nerved endings and dislocated the spinal column as he drove the point between two spinal disks. The hyur's body jerked violently but life had already left the shuddering husk.
The miqo'te looked down at the table and the pooling blood; then to the hyur's frozen face. Ki pulled the blade clear and cleared his throat.
"Not a monster, just a dog."
When they kill or hurt others?
But a wild dog kills to eat, yet we don't consider it a monster, just an animal.
So...it would be when those things are done for reasons go beyond the need for simple self preservation or are for personal pleasure that it makes a person the monster?
Exactly. Does one demonize the dog when its master tells it to kill and it does what it has been trained to do, or does one demonize the master that unleashed the dog and taught it to kill?
Ki opened his eyes, the memory of a once insightful conversation departing his mind as he exhaled the air in his lungs. Smoke he had inhaled from the smolder cigarette burning between his lips wafted onto the air.
Ki was sitting on a small, wooden chair that sat surrounded by wooden furniture. The room he was in belonged to a old, worm eaten cottage in the more overgrown parts of La Noscea. A wooden table sat before him. Atop the table was a bound hyur. The hyur's eyes were wide as he looked at the miqo'te sitting beside him.
"Please..." the hyur pleaded. "I have a wife and child. They-"
"Your life story really doesn't interest me." Ki replied, his voice dry as he pulled out his large bowie knife free of its shealth and began to run a whet stone along the polished blade. "I was paid to kill you, so I'm going to do it."
"Then why not just kill me already?!" the man choked on a sob as he shouted. "Why are you dragging this out?"
Ki looked at the blade in his hand and tested the weight.
"Cause someone dear to me is dying and I need something out of you. Figured this was a win-win for me."
"I-what do you, hells take you!" the man spat before he sobbed angrily at his situation. Ki rose to his feet and went over to a box. He lifted the lid and puffs of cold steam sprung up. The male miqo'te inspected the interior of the container before shutting the lid. Ki slowly returned to the table, his boots echoing around through the room as crickets chirped outside.Â
Ki stopped and looked down at the hyur.
"You're a monster." the hyur glared. Ki chewed on his tongue as he scowled. Then Ki shoved his knife into the man's throat. He pressed down with the point and severed the hyur's nerved endings and dislocated the spinal column as he drove the point between two spinal disks. The hyur's body jerked violently but life had already left the shuddering husk.
The miqo'te looked down at the table and the pooling blood; then to the hyur's frozen face. Ki pulled the blade clear and cleared his throat.
"Not a monster, just a dog."
