Post by Jude on Sept 3, 2014 1:46:10 GMT
Would that I were at liberty to share the insights recently gained my former colleagues might turn red as the dawn in jealousy that I, not they, have been chosen for such enlightenment.
Master and I have been seizing upon the recent opportunity provided by the rebellion to take our fill of subjects. My education only briefly considered several intricacies that lay hidden within the body. Master has explained that our kind are capable of perceiving such minutia with a clarity so humbling that I might one day grow to think humanity blind in it's natural state.
With each day it becomes more and more apparent to me that I am inextricably removed from the natural human lifecycle. I have spent entire nights before a mirror attempting to mend the scars that I still carry; Master says that skill will come arm in arm with patience an time. I have managed to pull them together, but the finer aspects of weaving a face remain lost on me. Such frustrations war constantly with my faith in my master. Yet he remains convinced of his choice.
I fed again last night, perhaps too deeply. A pretty young woman, I had feared the confrontation with her and this turmoil sprung my body into action of it's own accord. I returned to myself to find I had drank her to death; her body was still warm and I could not help myself in my wonder at her beautiful shape. I have bathed twice since and intend to continue. This urge is powerful, but I will not controlled by it. Master said not to trouble myself over it and excised several of her organs as I watched before reshaping her ribcage into something of a vase and wrapping it about with muscle tissues. Despite myself I found my pride challenged that he so effortlessly guided the shape of her remains. I have to yet to resolve this slight, whether to over come or to abandon entirely. Still, I must wonder if a mind as ravenous as mine will ever or could ever content itself in aborting such a pursuit. Knowing my own weaknesses and ambitions I must prepare for what will no doubt be a grisly and visceral journey.
I have spent this entire night wondering if she had ever given thought to what should be done with her body in the event of her death. I cannot imagine that she would have intended this.
Master and I have been seizing upon the recent opportunity provided by the rebellion to take our fill of subjects. My education only briefly considered several intricacies that lay hidden within the body. Master has explained that our kind are capable of perceiving such minutia with a clarity so humbling that I might one day grow to think humanity blind in it's natural state.
With each day it becomes more and more apparent to me that I am inextricably removed from the natural human lifecycle. I have spent entire nights before a mirror attempting to mend the scars that I still carry; Master says that skill will come arm in arm with patience an time. I have managed to pull them together, but the finer aspects of weaving a face remain lost on me. Such frustrations war constantly with my faith in my master. Yet he remains convinced of his choice.
I fed again last night, perhaps too deeply. A pretty young woman, I had feared the confrontation with her and this turmoil sprung my body into action of it's own accord. I returned to myself to find I had drank her to death; her body was still warm and I could not help myself in my wonder at her beautiful shape. I have bathed twice since and intend to continue. This urge is powerful, but I will not controlled by it. Master said not to trouble myself over it and excised several of her organs as I watched before reshaping her ribcage into something of a vase and wrapping it about with muscle tissues. Despite myself I found my pride challenged that he so effortlessly guided the shape of her remains. I have to yet to resolve this slight, whether to over come or to abandon entirely. Still, I must wonder if a mind as ravenous as mine will ever or could ever content itself in aborting such a pursuit. Knowing my own weaknesses and ambitions I must prepare for what will no doubt be a grisly and visceral journey.
I have spent this entire night wondering if she had ever given thought to what should be done with her body in the event of her death. I cannot imagine that she would have intended this.