Laid across the floor like this, the items practically retell the story. Yasuho gives one small sob and scratch to Keke before the dog moves off to whine at Sage, and in the meantime she pushes herself back to her feet with the sword in hand. Leash, phone, code, dagger...
Her eyes trace the path as if to avoid what lays at the end, grip shaking more and more as she quietly steps into the room. There's still someone here, there's still someone HERE- her thoughts roar, but all of that comes to a halt as she looks from the wreckage and the cracks and the smears to the actual body.
"Mmng- GHmp-" With a stumble, Yasuho takes a small step back. Her hand over her mouth as that feeling of illness nearly becomes overpowering, eyes wide and watering. Her thoughts reel with counter-productive demands; call for help, scream, run, cry, all of the above, and she can't tell how it is that her grip on the blade doesn't fail now.
Yasuho's tail drifts behind her, the hooved woman breathing rapidly as she starts to approach the girl's body. It must be a trap, she keeps thinking. The closer she gets, the closer the Presence, and it must be a trap. Closer. Closer-
She can see the details of bone...of flesh, a horrific, ragged mess. It sears itself into her eyes as she shakes, still trying not to gag. It's Ritsuka's body. There can be no doubt. It's her body, long beyond the point of anything anyone could ever survive-!
...
(But what was that, just now? ...What was that, that she saw, from this single 'human presence'?)
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Her eyes trace the path as if to avoid what lays at the end, grip shaking more and more as she quietly steps into the room. There's still someone here, there's still someone HERE- her thoughts roar, but all of that comes to a halt as she looks from the wreckage and the cracks and the smears to the actual body.
"Mmng- GHmp-" With a stumble, Yasuho takes a small step back. Her hand over her mouth as that feeling of illness nearly becomes overpowering, eyes wide and watering. Her thoughts reel with counter-productive demands; call for help, scream, run, cry, all of the above, and she can't tell how it is that her grip on the blade doesn't fail now.
Yasuho's tail drifts behind her, the hooved woman breathing rapidly as she starts to approach the girl's body. It must be a trap, she keeps thinking. The closer she gets, the closer the Presence, and it must be a trap. Closer. Closer-
She can see the details of bone...of flesh, a horrific, ragged mess. It sears itself into her eyes as she shakes, still trying not to gag. It's Ritsuka's body. There can be no doubt. It's her body, long beyond the point of anything anyone could ever survive-!
...
(But what was that, just now? ...What was that, that she saw, from this single 'human presence'?)