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Kafka


The Glacier Jollin
Owner: Thespian

Age: 7 years, 3 months, 2 weeks

Born: December 10th, 2016

Adopted: 7 years, 3 months, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: December 10th, 2016


Pet Spotlight Winner
August 2nd, 2021

Statistics


  • Level: 1
     
  • Strength: 10
     
  • Defense: 10
     
  • Speed: 10
     
  • Health: 10
     
  • HP: 0/10
     
  • Intelligence: 0
     
  • Books Read: 0
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Unemployed


A character by Thespian


The male glacier jollin

Story, art & profile © Thespian
Background texture © Pixelbuddha

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Story contains gruesome descriptions of death and corpses

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Alena could never replace his mother. He observed her from the corner of his eye as she moved about the kitchen with the authority of a general. She might have been one, for all he knew, as his sister seldom talked of her years in the army. But in the kitchen, she spent her evenings mixing liquors and lighting one cigar after the next. And in her shadow he sometimes saw the ghost of their mother. Faint as ghosts are, with glass eyes, gliding across those decorated marble floors she had adored in life. She faded as soon as he focused his eyes.

Alena could never replace his mother. He accepted it. The acceptance of her death had lasted an indeterminate time, as by then Kafka had ceased counting the days. Much about her death and the months following it held the vagueness of dreams. God would speak to him regularly at the time. Told him about how his mother’s death had been forged, how he and only he could resurrect her, through sacred rituals such as fasting and shutting off the mansion’s top floors. Alena refused to hear any of it. She had forced pills down his throat and called someone to clean the first floor. Alena did not believe in God. She regularly imprecated against the heavens and had cursed every saint Kafka knew, and some others he had never heard about.

Kafka spent his insomniac nights wandering the mansion’s halls like the ghost of his mother. When the sleep deprivation clouded his thoughts more than usual he came to believe that, he too, had become a ghost. A ghost of himself. And those dreadful nights he longed for God’s cruel orders to clear his confusion. But God refused to talk to him lest he ceased taking those pills, and Kafka knew better than to stop taking them. When he did not wander the halls in the dead of the night he slept eighteen hours straight. And when he did neither, he lied in bed staring at the ceiling. He tried crying himself to sleep like he used to years prior, but the tears eluded him, and he whimpered like a grieving animal until dawn.

“Kafka,” Alena pushed open the door to his room without knocking. His mother used to knock, at least. “I’m going out.” She paused as if to assert Kafka was awake. “I’ll be back tomorrow morning.”
From his lying position on the bed the man merely raised his head. He would have wanted to turn his eyes towards her, but found his sleepless lids too heavy to raise. His sister took two steps outside the room. Stopped. Stepped back inside. Although he could not see her, Kafka imagined her cruel gaze.
“And try not to hang yourself before I come back, yeah?”
She walked out of the room without shutting the door.

Alena possessed, as Kafka had learned, the mercilessness of a predatory bird – and her mercilessness might have bordered on sadism. Not the sadism of humans, but the sadism of a weary animal. She sought weakness and struck when the chance seemed more apt. With Kafka, her cruelty limited itself to venomous words and unkind stares. She had punched and pushed him, often with enough force to make him fall on the floor and curl up in pain, before, but had stopped eventually. Alena did so whenever he mentioned God or the woman he loved. And in those moments Kafka realized that she truly could never replace his mother.

His mother’s stares had never been gentle. They were somewhere between pity and discomfort, akin to the way one looks at roadkill. Kafka chose to focus on the pity.

The doorbell rang frantically. Kafka rose from his light sleep and looked about the darkened room. He had briefly forgotten what the doorbell meant, and thought to himself he had never heard thunder like that. The doorbell rang again and he remembered. The man stumbled briefly in the blackness, turning on every light he could find. He opened the door, and beyond the threshold stood a darkened figure against a car’s headlights, from which a metallic odour emanated. Alena spoke before her brother’s half-asleep brain could process anything.

“Don’t scream.”

Kafka nodded hesitantly and held his breath. Alena walked inside the mansion, in the new light, her coat shone red. Blueish bruises decorated any exposed skin; one of her eyes’ white had turned completely scarlet.

“Are you… Okay?”
Kafka took a single step backwards. Out of any reaction Alena could have had, she laughed. Laughed! A raspy, low laugh, like something she would have wanted to hide, but lacked the motivation to do so.

“It’s not my blood. Not most of it.”

And with that, her previous apparent happiness faded grimly. The woman’s brows furrowed. She muttered some vulgarity, but Kafka could not make out which one, and did not dare ask for clarification. He noticed how her hands shook. Behind her, the Toyota Corolla haphazardly parked in the street, hummed.

“Go grab a bedsheet.” Kafka turned to follow the command. “The biggest one you can find!”

By the time he returned with said bedsheet, the car had been parked somewhat decently and the headlights had been turned off. Alena stood by the open trunk. She wordlessly moved, and with her eyes invited Kafka to look inside. The corpse had not begun rotting yet. Were it not for the blood on his chest and the open bullet wound on his neck, Kafka might have assumed him to be asleep. The absence of rigor mortis dated the man’s death to mere hours before. He saw himself shocked, bending over in disgust and emptying his stomach’s contents, maybe even crying some. He felt he should have had such a reaction. But Kafka merely stared; fascinated, much differently from how his mother used to stare at him.

“Stop staring.” Alena ripped the bedsheet from Kafka’s hands and begun laying it over the dead man, enveloping his head in the cloth.
“What if the neighbours see us?”
“It’s too dark, they won’t see anything. And if they do, we’ll say I hit a deer on the road or something. Now grab the other side and help me out.”
Kafka opened his mouth, ready to say something else, but stopped himself. He began imitating his sister and wrapping the man in the sheet. Thoughts of his mother, or God, or the woman he loved, did not cross his mind – for the first time in years, Kafka found himself immersed into something new. He and his sister wrapped a body in a bedsheet in the dead of the night, and he dissociated from the situation to such extent it became fictional. And as with any work of fiction, Kafka excitedly anticipated the end.

“Grab the feet and let’s get it out of here.”
It. Kafka did as Alena said. She lifted the corpse’s torso and begun dragging him out of the trunk, but once the weight resided on Kafka’s arms, he dropped it. The dead man fell to the cement like a downed tree. Alena hissed a shh! under her breath and raised a hand as a threat. Kafka’s thin arms, unaccustomed to weights, already ached. She insulted him and once more grabbed the man, from mid-way down the torso, using her own chest to support part of his weight – and taking most of Kafka’s burden. He too tried again, holding the man’s legs right below the knee.

“Are you going to bury him?”
He spoke through panting and fatigue.
“The basement’s still empty, right?”
Carrying the dead man and talking simultaneously proved too arduous. Alena took the lack of response as a yes, or so Kafka assumed.

By the time the body had entered the mansion, the smell of blood had become a refreshing change from the mansion’s usual stiff and claustrophobic odour. Alena led him towards the stairs to the basement, considerably distant from the stairs to the top floors, and with a door at the bottom. The basement had been a wine cellar in some vague past. The woman gestured to drop the body, Kafka gladly obliged.
“Get down there and open that door.”
His racing heart pulsated in his ears and muffled Alena’s words. Kafka placed a hand on his chest, hunched slightly, amazed by the organ’s ferocity. His lungs too had become ferocious, taking in oxygen as starving wolves.
“God you’re useless.”
Alena trotted down the stairs, opened the door, and just as swiftly climbed back up. Kafka grit his teeth and expected them to pick the body up again. He attempted to stop his panting. But there was no need, as Alena gave the corpse a tentative nudge with her boot, and then, without warning, kicked it. The dead man tumbled down the stairs with more movement than Kafka would have expected. At irregular intervals, the softer, mushier pounding of muscle on marble would be broken up by the sound of fracturing bones. Eventually, any sound ceased, and shadow engulfed the cadaver.

“I’ll take care of it tomorrow. Get some sleep.”
Alena maintained her composure and marched upstairs to her room with the dignity of a general. Kafka’s eyes followed her briefly, then returned to gazing at the basement where the dead man lay. Perspiration soaked his forehead, his arms trembled, his face had taken on a fatigued, reddened shade. How could he have slept in such a moment? Had his body not reached its pathetic limit, he would have gone to the basement to observe the man again.

Kafka gave a final stare. He took a deep breath and made his way to the sofa, too tired to sleep on a bed. The night’s events played again in his mind. Kafka could not have known, but that body was only the first of what he would later think of as Alena’s corpses.

Pet Treasure


Grazia Violin

Fidele Violin Bow

Student Violin Case

Grand Piano

Deceptively Useless Piano Key

Music Sheet

Jungle Damsel Hair Pins

Black Suit Jacket

Black Tie

Grave Robber Mysterious Straps

Aged Pocket Watch

Daily Pills

Shard of Liquid Shadow

Nightmare Lens

Old Black Picture Frame

Possessed Television

Broken Silver Mirror

Black Inkwell

Unfinished Black Window Frame

Bottle of Black Salt

Black Moth Antennae

Iron Shoehorn

Ornate Black Flat Horned Mask

Macabre Phonograph

Sturdy Radiator Key

Black Jacobin

Black Round Fan

White Lace Noir Millinery

Bottled Night

Onyx Jeweled Headpiece

Chess Clock

Sharp Wingtip Oxfords

Classic Typewriter

Small Bottle of Liquid Shadow

Midnight Flowerbud Belt

Oval Scrying Mirror

Reclusive Fish Figurine

Vigorous Raven Restorative

Cursed Crow Painting

Fractured Onyx Flask

Ravenpuffs Feathers

Diamond Soil

Charcoal Feather Plume

Dark Garden Bridge

Black Incense Burner

Broken Charcoal Sticks

Occultist Goat Horn

Crow Feather Beaded Headdress

Charcoal Loose Scarf

Clump of Fetid Horse Hair

Dapper Doctor Prince Mask

Dusty Protofeathers

Simple Nightmare Harvester Figure

Shadowed Ragged Feather

Dark Rug

Dramatic Film Noir Poster

Black Chalk Candy

Black Faux Vulpine Stole

Raven Feather Quill Pen

Black Sand

Book of Dark Origins

Black Witherfae Withered Wing

Extraterrestrial Bone Whip

Dystopian Cracked Goggles

Broken Maliss Ornament

Delish Onyx Crystal Cluster

Onyx Long Beaded Necklace

Flytrap Seed

Folded Raven Wings

Broken Occult Sculpture

Gothic Lolita Rose

Black Knitted Button Sweater

Simple Nightmare Feli Figure

Double Eyes Ink Blotch

RoQ Candy Turvey Earrings

Murder of Crows Jacket

Black Wallflower

Shattered Horn

Obsidian Butterfly Brooch

Outlaw Shipwreck Tunic

Onyx Chain Belt

Gourd Witch Midnight Herb Pouch

Siren Cupra Eerie Eye Pendant

Black Lace Rose

Oil Drops

PyreIron Spikes

Raven Cloak

Spiral Eyes Ink Blotch

Eclipse Mask

Nebulite Highlighting Spray

Rotting Planks of Old Wood

Black Parasol Bunny Toy

Death Arrowhead

Shattered Camera Lens

Black Gazelle Horns

Lifelike Foam Crow Ornament

Moss Covered Cross

Dark Rabbit Fur Cuff

Coal

Coal Ripauf Style Creme

Great Black Chirrup

Shengui Guo Inkstone Mask

Gaping Abdomen Makeup Kit

Castle Ruins Painting

Lonely Foghorn

Inky Eye Drops

Dusty Coalyote

Black Silken Skirt

This Candle Stares Back

Phalen

Pearl of Wisdom

Woeful Mourning Spirit

Spilled Bag of Diamonds

Night Sky Stained Glass Headstone

Essence of Deep Water

Dark Lace Bow

Black Hibiscus Seed

Welding Goggles

Siren Cardinale Replica Fins

Este Evvu Hazy Morn Bootlaces

Squid Ink

Monochromatic Tarot Cards

Black Lace Cream Pot

Box of Black Buttons

Galaxy Orb

Stolen Cabin Key

Black Silken Top

Small Travel Chess Board

Elysian Black Eye Kit

Spent White Firework Casing

Dungarde Buddy

Twilight Pearl

Dark Tincture Bottle

Cut Onyx Agate Geode

Boxed Classic Handmade Quilt

Archanvil

Broken Sugar Feathers

Void Lord Bent Spoon

Winter Sphinx Relief

Silver Chain Belt

Onyx Damselfly Trinket

Smoke Mote

X-Ray Negative

Twilight Noktoa Elixir

Ashen Vibrant Marble

Diamond Shard Jeweled Belt

Imported Petrified Wood Clasp

White Vanity Rose Brush

Broad Ink Cap

Lunar Rabbit

Homemade Mirror Ball

Tormirgard Anyu Pendant

Oily Rag

Otherworldly Silver Compact

Vinkwell

Nightmare Knuckles

Magnetic Stones

Nightmare Potion

Hot Take Tie Clip

Siren Cardinale Paint Pot

Calligraphy Pen

Shadowed Underground Special Gel

Iron Summit Key

Flask of Liquid Shadow

Black Lace Sugar Bowl

Ethereal Ink

Professor New Overkill Necklace

Ashen Blossoming Horn

Centropolis Cornice Stone Mask

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Keychain Compass

Broken Flask of Liquid Shadow

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Old Lantern

Onyx Jeweled Cuff

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Hot Take Waxed Lace

Gloomy Veta Lake Firefly

Black Lace Teacup

Black Rosea Drape

Carved Planchette

Small Colcannon Clover Piece

Mourning Sentinel

Cement Chunk

Pointy Shark Tooth

Smoke-Filled Pocket Watch

Sorrowbloom

Smoky Quartz Rreign Sculpture

Pearled Onyx Chain

Calcite Geode Chunk

Midnight Old Key

Polished Smoky Quartz Stone

Antique Gothic Lamp

Banshee Sleepless Night

Ornamented Black Decanter

Remarkably Unremarkable Notebook

Replica Peppermint Pike

Crewman Shipwreck Tunic

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Natural Lace Needle Set

White Saheric Traditional Lantern

Forgotten Relic

Black and Silver Enamel Beads

Broken Chess Board

Silver Summit Key

Silver Wing Ring

Refined Duelling Challenge

Vetan Silver Nugget Mask

Romero Badlands Shed Antler

Discarded Theater Masks

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Professor New Witching Hour Raven Skull

Skeletal Ladybug

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Im Afraid to Close My Eyes Sticker

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Silver Laurel

Ziaran Tigrean Locket

Spring

Hot Take Hat Pin

Silver Panzer Hydra Medal Replica

Silver Chain Pocket Watch

Tarnished Fork

Block of Granite

Vulture Feather

Garden Path Stones

Feather of a Winter Angel

Professor New Evil Eye Used Tissue

Silver Telegraph

Silver Flute

Balled-Up Old Newspaper

Professor New Evil Eye Pyramid Stud

Decorative Birdcage

Shattered Mirror Shards

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Twilight Potion

Silver Lace Teacup

Tarnished Knife

Lunar Cycle Chain

Empty Egg

Captured Bubbles

Frosted Eagle Figurine

Skull Vodka Bottle

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White Star Ornament

Haunted Moonstone

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Hand Drawn Map

Crystal Cluster Clip

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Crescent Mask

Moonstone

Professor New Evil Eye Backup Button

Silver Flipper Coin

Boheme Fresh Water Pearls

Naive Mourning Spirit

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Metal Half Square

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Silver Lace Cream Pot

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Mother of Pearl

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Quicksilver

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White Tea Rose Necklace

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Bust of a Pale Horse

Vita

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Random Dice

Handful of Shark Teeth

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Shed Erdoo Tooth

Albinowl

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Archive

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Black Broken Bottle

Oddly Ornate Revolver

Grave Reminder

Stolen Pieces of Bone

Lost Man

Loose Rictus Teeth

Dusty Carcass

Unearthed Bones

Ribcage

Delicious Femur

Srsface

Pet Friends


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