"Holy shit, that fucking stinks."
"Watch your mouth when you address the prophet!"
The Coyote placed the fouled linen wrap in a bin of iodine and rung it clean of pus.
Rabbit nodded, "Sorry Gemm-"
The coyote whipped her head around to face the rabbit. Fear flashing through the both of them at the misstep.
"Quiet!"
The woman ran her blood covered hand across The Fox's unconscious face in admiration and then returned her gaze to the rabbit.
"But if you ever say my chained name aloud again…"
Coyote twisted the infectious bandages in her hands, more fluids dripped to the floor.
The Rabbit cocked his head to the side, admiring her curves.
Coyote was an odd addition to the Huntsman group. Originally meant to be an angel, she managed to kill her own Hunter, which was impressive for a 15-year-old. As penance, the prior prophet let the members take turns on her with every intention to burn her anyway.
Rumor has it, Fox fell in love with the girl and begged the prophet to spare her, making her a servant of the flesh. Once the wolf died, his son, Fox, took her for his own. Even more interesting, Coyote was the only female member to make her own angel.
Her payment to prove her loyalty to Artemis and becoming a full recognized member of the Huntsman.
"Why are you cleaning his bandages? We both know that infection means Artemis rejected his service."
Coyote slammed the wash bin against the wall, splashing the room in iodine and infection.
"Fuck you, He is with The Huntsman. Experiencing the great cleansing. When he returns to us, we will know the true will of Artemis."
The Rabbit shook his head. Glancing at the Fox, making sure the prophet was truly unconscious.
"Coy.. do you remember that time behind the barn?"
Coyote glared, "What are you talking about?"
The Rabbit lifted his mask and grinned a greasy set of teeth. "Oh, it was the day I hit my angel a little too hard, I had to go put her fingers and such in the pig troth for clean up after we'd burned the body. I saw, you and Hawk, the way you were working his cock looked pretty sensual… You must have been confused; maybe thought It was the boss."
Coyote seethed in silence, fear in her throat as she gave a side eye to the unconscious man beside her. "You're mistaken; you should leave."
Rabbit continued, "See, it was all by chance, really. I'm not the brightest by standard of the group, and when we burnt my angel, I'd forgotten to collect her fingers and all the little extra bits that chunked away as I tortured her. To avoid being punished, I decided to feed those fingers to the pigs. I think this mistake was given to me by Artemis. To catch you, Coy."
The Rabbit mumbled something to himself and rubbed his gut a moment, "I guess after tasting every member over and over again, it's hard to differentiate which cock you're supposed to be sucking. Right?"
Coy took a step forward, "You're out of line!"
Rabbit reached across and snatched the woman by her throat, slamming her onto the bed next to the prophet. "No bitch, you're out of line."
With his free hand, rabbit reached under the Foxes face with a finger, forcing the crude stitching apart and pulling back a digit of blood and infection.
Coy struggled as the man put all his weight down on her and forced her mouth open, where he inserted the digit and spun his necrosis covered sausage finger around her tongue. Pulling away just in time, as she fell to the floor, still managing to vomit on her own shirt.
The Rabbit rose and adjusted his mask, "When he dies, which he will, I'm leaving this fucking group. I'm tired of being an outcast because my whore died before she was burned. I suggest you get out of here while you can. Before they start passing you around again."
Coy coughed and held her throat, scratching out a response, "He will not die… He is our prophet."
Rabbit shook his head, "He's no prophet Gemma. He's a pedophile with a soft spot for broken girls.
"Then what are you?"
"I'm a good soldier who killed a girl too soon."