Re: Sheogorath Shibboleth (SirOni) GMed by thetwo
"Thief? Clara is no thief," The girl replied, her brow furrowing in annoyance at the maid's accusation. "Clara was just looking fo- uh... Clara will be going now." Almost revealing why she had been looking through the rooms Clara cut herself off midsentence. This woman knew too much already, revealing what she had done would just mean Clara would have to add another body to the pile. One body is already proving difficult enough to hide, another one would just complicate matters even more. And patching the woman's memory to make her forget that the mad devout had gone with the corporal will prove difficult enough as it is.
The madwoman watched the maid walk off into another room, sighing in relief as she had gone along with Clara's lie and chose to leave the young woman alone. Though that still left Clara with the corporal's corpse, and the sound of footfalls coming from the stairs indicated that less and less rooms will be available for ditching the body in. Before anyone reached the top of the stairs Clara had dashed back into her room, closing the door with a bang, her back resting against it, panic beginning to set in once more as the young woman's eyes came to rest on her recent handiwork.
"May... maybe Clara doesn't need to hide him yet..." The mad devout finally spoke after several minutes silence, realisation dawning on the girl. Stepping away from the door Clara slowly moved towards the body, and once beside it she knelt down, hovering a hand just above the head of the corpse. Staring unblinkingly into its eyes Clara muttered a silent verse to herself, dark tendrils of madness slowly stretching and branching out from her fingertips, embedding themselves into the corpse, slowly infecting the body until she finally had complete control of its movements. Clara preferred this way of body control. She felt it was so much more intimate than just resurrecting the body. Forcing not only her lord's madness into the corpse but also her own will.
The corners of the madwoman's lips curled into the faintest of smiles as the corporal's body twitched with unnatural life, rising up onto its knees. With deliberate movement Clara rose a hand to the corporal's face, softly brushing the back of her hand against the man's cheek as she gazed lovingly into his eyes, a faint blush rising in the girl's cheeks as she remembered what the couple were up to when she had barged into their room. "Even though you were unfit for Sheogorath's love you have attained perfection in death..." Muttering quietly to herself Clara allowed herself to forget her current predicament as she recalled what this corporal tried to do to her before he had died. Remembering the size of his manhood Clara's eyes wandered down the corpse, stopping when her gaze fell to his pants. For a moment the madwoman faltered. With the man's death she'd have total control of how their little get together would unfold, though a pang of guilt quickly reminded Clara of her mission and how this corpse could, and may very well get her into a lot of trouble.
Sighing and pushing the thoughts of necrophilia to the back of her mind for now Clara rose to her feet once more, forcing the corpse to stand straight as well. Looking around the room for a moment the girl decided upon hiding the body under her bed and, happy with that plan, she controlled the body to do her bidding, forcing it to climb onto the floor and crawl under the bed ready for disposal later on in the night. With the evidence hidden for now Clara left the room, locking the room behind her and hoping that no one will decide to enter it given it being Lord Winder's personal guest room.
With one problem out of the way Clara turned her attention to one of the loose ends still left. "Miss Maid?" Clara called out as she walked the length of the corridor, first checking the room the maid had gone in and if she isn't to be found in there the mad devout would check the other rooms until she had been found.