I hear the song of the children of the night!
Username: Celestriakle
Name: Yama
Origin and Meaning: Means "reign, curb" in Sanskrit. This is the name of the Hindu god of death. He is also regarded as the first mortal being, or in other words, the first person to die.
Theme Song: The Human Stain by KamelotPrompt Response: Red. All around Yama was red. All he could hear was the rapid pumping of small hearts. All he could smell was the sweat and musk of vitality. All he saw were potential next meals. So what did he do? He laid upon the shop floor with head between his paws. His stomach felt ready to roar and rip its way out of his abdomen; his throat seemed so dry it would crack and shatter at any moment. How? How had he ended up without so much as a decent snack? Oh yes... Mother. She insisted he go play with the other kittens, be social. He hadn't wanted to. He had only been slightly peckish when she called, but this is what he got for lagging and resisting. She had locked him out before he could grab a snack. A near silent hiss escaped him; he saw only a single option. One of these kittens would not be seeing their owners again.
All the males were immediately dismissed; he preferred females and had learned--or inferred?--that it was nearly always easier to fell one of the opposite gender. The leader? No; she was damn annoying but sure to be missed. Most of those around her were saved for similar reasons. The voice of one a bit further out had been reaching him constantly; for that reason alone she was crossed from his list. All the others he considered, but he always knew who, in the end, he was going to choose. One timid little child, with pretty pure white fur and feathers and baleful blue eyes, had been sneaking glances at him ever since he arrived. She had been slightly cast out for her quiet nature. Summoning a smile to his face, he stood on aching joints and walked over to his little admirer.
"Hello."
He must have looked good, much better than he felt: Her gaze was affixed to him and she wasn't running away screaming or anything of the sort. By the pick up in her pulse and the look in her eyes, it seemed to him the opposite.
"Would you like to go for a walk?"
She actually jumped a little and her mouth fell open; she quickly closed it and nodded. That was easier than he expected. He turned and left the shop with his prey happily walking just a step behind him.
They weren't far out the door when she piped her mouth:
"So, um, what's your name?"
He flashed her a smile.
"Yama."
She giggled.
"That's a funny name."
He held back his displeasure; he had always been rather fond of his name. Retaining a pleasant tone, he rebutted:
"It's not funny; it's foreign."
That perked her interest.
"Oh? What kind of name is it?"
It was so hard, so very difficult not to rip her throat out here and now. He was amazed at his own self control. But he sustained himself on a single thought: Only a few more steps. A few more steps, and he could bathe in her body if he so wished. He knew the necessity of the element of secrecy in his goal.
"Hindu."
There it was. A dirty little corner in an alley, but with important distinctions from the alley that the Bonbon shop was nestled in: an escape route, hiding places, distance from the shop itself. He didn't know what was going to happen when he was at last able to slake his thirst. He had never killed before.
"It's from mythology. Can you guess which god my owner named me after?"
The girl had followed his lead without hesitation. The location was well-known among cats and kitties alike; they went there occasionally because a seafood restaurant dumped their trash there. In answer, she shook her head. She still smiled like crazy.
"I have no idea. Which god? The god of love~?"
She nestled her head under his chin. They had reached the corner. Her fate was sealed. He grinned, fangs slipping free, and answered in an intimate whisper,
"No. The god of death."
He had hardly uttered the final syllable when his fangs punctured her throat. As was to be expected, she screamed. Shrieked, in fact.
"NO! No! I'm too young! I.. I wanted to do so much! Please! Please! AHHHH! Why?! You monster! Mon... mon..ster..."
Monster, eh? He rather liked the sound of that, though he barely heard her. He was too busy gulping down every last drop of the delicious lifeblood that was pumping hard through her veins. Thanks to her size and his rate, she passed out rather quickly, but that hardly disturbed him.
Dry. It was not long before her veins were as dusty as his throat had once been. But he could not simply walk away. His thirst had been sated, but he had... had to... do something. No one was coming, and his spirit throbbed to the fresh life that had revitalized him. Feeling as he was, returning home and enclosing himself between those four walls was an impossible thought. He gazed upon the body... She looked so peaceful... And felt a flash of anger. The result did not suit the process. She had been upset, afraid, horrified. Full of... of... And somewhere in the back of his mind a realization was forming. He had seen more life from her in the short time during which he drank than the entirety of when she had played in the shop. And he loved it. Before he was able to fully process what he was doing, laughter was echoing from his throat and his claws were out and swiftly slicing through flesh and organ.
"Ugh, these things are in the way..."
His jaws made quick work of the obstructions, but to his delight, he discovered the stuff inside to be simply divine, nearly better than the blood itself. He broke a few more, just for the pleasure of it all.
"So, what's in here... Are these little bits and pieces in me too? This piece is so long..."
he thought, dragging it out.
"Ooh! Is this what I hear from all the other kitties and humans?"
He quickly cut that out and left it near the end of the other, rope-like organ.
"She won't be needing this anymore..."
Giggling, he hooked his teeth around it and tore it free. Pausing a moment, he looked back and placed it carefully upon the organ removed just beforehand, but before he could do anymore damage, his ear twitched. It sounded like... someone coming. Time to go.
His spirits continued to soar, despite the interruption, even as he ran. The final sight of his victim proved to be a source of great joy and amusement for him, and the way his legs pumped beneath him only augmented that. He laughed all the way home, feeling a roll of satisfaction and fulfillment like nothing he had ever experienced before.
The adult kittie who finally discovered the body of the victimized kitten came upon a gruesome and macabre scene. One end of the kitten's small intestine had been dragged out to meet her removed heart, a little like the end of a stethoscope. Upon that heart sat her torn face, gazing emptily to the sky. Several roughly broken ribs sucked clean of marrow were scattered about. All the body parts were marred by either teeth or claw marks. A pile of vomit soon accompanied the scene.
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