Athro wrote...
I'm going to have to stand up for Anders a bit here - we don't actually *know* he is a cannibal. Eaten flesh within the context of the story may more mean that he bit and clawed while fighting, not actually casually consumed meat for a meal.
Then why not use the word gnawed? Or shreaded? Why use eaten? The word eaten was used
after describing the "honeyed wine" taste of blood, the comparison to a slaughterhouse....
It just makes little sense to use the word eaten for flesh that wasn't actually consumed.
I don't see myself when I change, only the reflection in their eyes and the sound of their screams. My arm lashes out and silverite doesn't so much break as explode in a shower of molten metal. The sword melts, running down the templar's chest, and I follow up with a wave of flames which scorch the flesh from his face, leaving only bone so hot it smolders. The trees are burning… the tent… everything around us.
Rolan is still standing, and I smell the lyrium he drank, which guarded him from the blast. But he's afraid. I see his shield jerk and know he barely resisted the urge to flee, and I have a sudden thought, "What am I?" for I've seen him face both broodmothers and abominations without fear.
And then his sword is level with my chest, and I let it come, because it is only steel and cannot hurt me, for I am not of mortal men. And when it sinks hilt-deep in my flesh with no reaction, that's when he gives up. He turns and runs, and from behind, I tear his head off at the neck, no magic, just me, whatever that is now. His blood splashes into my open mouth and it tastes like honeyed wine and the warmth spreads through me.
He hated me, and he is dead. He feared me, and he is dead. He hunted me, and he is dead.
They will all die. Every templar, every holy sister who stands in the way of our freedom will die in agony and their deaths will be our fuel. We will have justice. We will have vengeance.
And suddenly I'm alone, standing in a burning forest, with the bodies of templars and wardens at my feet. So many, and I didn't even know they were there. Didn't even know I had killed them, but the evidence is all around me. Not the aftermath of a battle as I've known it, but a bloody abattoir of rent limbs and torn and eaten flesh.
Plus this is the person who gave us
broodmother. I'm pretty sure he actually ate them.
Modifié par Ryzaki, 15 février 2011 - 10:42 .