#ᴊᴜᴅɢᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ 🝠 strzyga

[strszyga]

re: stryzga lore and how klava is different after her death

As a proper strzyga, Klava’s chronic pain doesn’t go away. Sometimes, if she’s very recently eaten, she is physically haler and heartier, but at her best she’s still relatively frail, as she was in life.

She can no longer stomach food that isn’t raw meat, and she does need to eat human flesh, specifically, to survive.

Physically, there are noticeable changes in her— Her nails grow too quickly and are always ragged, and there’s always a thin layer of blood caked under them. She doesn’t move quite right, like a film playing at just ever-so-slightly the wrong frame rate. There’s something in her eyes that looks... empty.

Her teeth are only a little sharper than when she was alive, and often fall out and regrow for reasons she can’t place.

She’s unpleasant to be around, not only because she’s a mean little bitch but on an energetic, aura-based level. People around her have worse luck. When she comes into a town, calamity follows.

The only way to kill her, now, would be to cut off her head and bury it. Other injuries she will recover from, but not pleasantly — before her body regenerates itself, it first decays around the area that was hurt, rotting away like a corpse. It’s disgusting, inconvenient, and very painful for her.

[strszyga]

re: klava’s death (aka headcanons that should already be in her bio page 😅)

At the end of Klava’s extended cat-and-mouse with Fedya, he kills her before she kills him. They both die in a shitty back alley; Klava just wakes up a few hours later, knife still buried to the hilt in her left eye, the now-cold body of her brother in a heap next to her.

Every, every instinct in her wants to eat it.

She manages to haul herself to her feet and run. It’s only once she gets back to her shop that she pulls the knife out of her face, and after that she doesn’t know how long she spends vomiting blood and viscera.

In the end, the first person she eats as a true strzyga isn’t Fedya— an unlucky customer comes through her door at the wrong time, and she devours him down to the bone.

( She never does see her brother’s body again, after leaving it behind in that alley. )

When she wakes up the next morning, the left side of her face has rotted almost all away, stretches of her skull visible through sloughing flesh and teeth dropping from their sockets. She finds that she does have a pulse, is breathing. The agonizing hunger from the previous night has faded. The bone-creaking pain she’s known her whole life remains.