On the seventh day the wolf said...
04-10-2013, 03:00 PM
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THE TOE BONE'S CONNECTED TO THE
HEEL BONE
the great avian cackled at the sheer and utter stupidity of the black-pelted, star-marked wolf as he didn't react at all, but then ended up ridiculing them both, for neither of them had done a thing. "what was that?" he laughed, ruffling his feathers and clacking his beak as he watched the fight suddenly surge in intensity from one of the opponent's sudden assault. "i think i heard empty air echo, echo, echoing in your skulls!" he jeered, inwardly scoffing at the blatant idiocy in the actions (or, rather, lack thereof) of the individuals--not to mention the lack of reflexes. you would think being engulfed suddenly by a massive shadow would be enough to make someone budge. what if he'd had the intent of doing serious harm to the sparring creatures? if ezekiel'd been a bird of more violent and war-fitted proportions, the bearded vulture would have had himself a meal. two, actually.
"do hurry up, dearies, for i'm quite hungry. it'll be easier to eat your marrow when you're struck dead with an arrow!" he cawed, still keeping ample distance between himself and his quarry as he jested. he'd learned the hard way that wolves were awful fond of surprise attacks, and for good measure, he cocked his head to the side momentarily for a quick glance with one eye behind him before returning the other half of his attention back to the fight at hand, wings tensed in anticipation of use.
"do hurry up, dearies, for i'm quite hungry. it'll be easier to eat your marrow when you're struck dead with an arrow!" he cawed, still keeping ample distance between himself and his quarry as he jested. he'd learned the hard way that wolves were awful fond of surprise attacks, and for good measure, he cocked his head to the side momentarily for a quick glance with one eye behind him before returning the other half of his attention back to the fight at hand, wings tensed in anticipation of use.