Hemin
If you forget to breathe...
The ground beckoned Hemin, in the way a blanket on a bed in a chilly room beckoned one after a long day's work. He would love to crawl underneath it, and had this desire for the longest time. But as he felt the cool air of the evening, the slight tingle of electricity in the air and the pointed attitude of his new acquaintance, Amun, Hemin didn't want this to be his end. Martyrdom didn't allure him and neither did suicide, nor did a slow death after a lifetime of paralysis. He wanted his death to be special, so he'd figure a way out of this present dilemma.
Hemin peeked upward and greeted the newly formed metal dagger with his calm breath. "First off, I wasn't thinking. If I had been, I definitely would not have judged the idea as any good."
He picked himself up slowly off the ground, realizing that Amun hadn't struck him when he was down when he easily could have. Hemin then reached into his left pocket and pulled out a petrified baby squirrel, one he had reinforced in order to keep as a good luck charm of sorts. He raised an eyebrow at Amun, bringing the squirrel charm to the sharp end of his dagger, but not close enough to touch.
"This is a mini-mount I keep with me. I'm a taxidermist and when I saw your pup, I couldn't help myself. I collect skins to make mounts and my shop is at the other end of the Settlement. You should come visit sometime! That is, after I figure out who's been giving me fresh skins. All I really wanted to do was thank them! And hopefully learn from them. The cleaner the kill the easier the taxidermy."
Hemin waved the mini-mount in the air at Amun like it was waving hello. He even put on a proud, little smirk.
"I do have a death-wish, by the way, since you asked. Just-- this wasn't how I pictured going. If you're going to do it, though, please do it cleanly. Snapping my neck will do just fine, Amun." Hemin didn't know how brutal honesty was going to work, but it ought to work better than the knife trick he just tried.
Hemin peeked upward and greeted the newly formed metal dagger with his calm breath. "First off, I wasn't thinking. If I had been, I definitely would not have judged the idea as any good."
He picked himself up slowly off the ground, realizing that Amun hadn't struck him when he was down when he easily could have. Hemin then reached into his left pocket and pulled out a petrified baby squirrel, one he had reinforced in order to keep as a good luck charm of sorts. He raised an eyebrow at Amun, bringing the squirrel charm to the sharp end of his dagger, but not close enough to touch.
"This is a mini-mount I keep with me. I'm a taxidermist and when I saw your pup, I couldn't help myself. I collect skins to make mounts and my shop is at the other end of the Settlement. You should come visit sometime! That is, after I figure out who's been giving me fresh skins. All I really wanted to do was thank them! And hopefully learn from them. The cleaner the kill the easier the taxidermy."
Hemin waved the mini-mount in the air at Amun like it was waving hello. He even put on a proud, little smirk.
"I do have a death-wish, by the way, since you asked. Just-- this wasn't how I pictured going. If you're going to do it, though, please do it cleanly. Snapping my neck will do just fine, Amun." Hemin didn't know how brutal honesty was going to work, but it ought to work better than the knife trick he just tried.
I may not be there to remind you.
