10th Of Cylus 718
She was focused her movements steady one of discipline and concentration in her slow going methodical application, Lavana knew if she went in too deep she could strike the belly. And that was a real nasty affair, as the gizzards if ruptured would taint the flavor of the meat and make it most foul.
It was dirty work, but blood soaked hands were happy hands as she continued moving deeper and deeper till she was able to put push her hands inside the carcass.
One hand clasped the heart the other danced the knife delicately around it, she was gentle to pluck it out and put it on the table. They said it was the best part of the deer, but after obtaining it. Hands went in and pulled out the innards, as they dropped into the bucket underneath.
Her hands moved around gripping onto portions while that knife kept cutting, quartering the wild game into haunches for the night shift crew to filet into steaks and ribs and other things that were more pleasing to the eye.
She did wonder what ever happened to that mercenary, it was such fun when she decided to cut loose and go wild. She had a savage spirit and they had left a real massacre behind, had to hand it to her those deft blade strokes were magnificent. As she sort of looked back and admired the macabre painting of blood and gore in the alley.
She had an appreciation for her artistry, just couldn't get over that whirring sound and -thwap- as she severed a man from his hand in a fell swoop.
It appeared as if Lavana was deep in thought in the backroom, as she was sort of having fun reliving her experiences. As the rusalka had left a huge impression on her.