Today I confronted Ordin for his betrayal in helping the demon dragon and hurting my mother, he made me feel too many emotions they drowned me and I could not shake them at all. My attack upon him faltered but I still see him as a traitor to our kind, he wants to be alive and the fae are making that happen. He says he still wants to be friends, I can make no promises.
In accordence to Mill's directions I found myself an innocent to kill with the dagger, the male did not die as easily I had hoped. While he still lived I cut him open and ate half of his insides via my head in his open cavity, when he still did not die I broke his leg, tore it off and ate that. The man had a persistance compared to that of a limpet, often he screamed to then call out to Mill for assistance.
Somehow I think I have broken my sister, she has gone in to a deep coma like state. Mother was not upset that I killed a man for my phylactery, she was upset over the fact I had mentally scarred my sister.
Damn I love the taste of living flesh so much better than the cooked crap at the Oak, even better than the flesh of the mage who is killable every day. On another note mother gave me an obisidian eggshell my little brother hatched from, this is going to be my phylactery instead of the pottery jar I found.
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