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Death Of An Assassin



Ezekiel I

Loner

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07-06-2013, 03:34 PM
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THE TOE BONE'S CONNECTED TO THE

HEEL BONE


A deranged cackle left his beak as his scat plopped upon the features of the other, and he jostled the branch with increased vigor. Pleased with the promise of death today, and the fact that he'd be able to witness it, set his senses aflame. Though one would expect such a raucous creature to make endless noise during the match to the death, Ezekiel merely stood stoically still, too focused on the battle to care about anything else. The wretched beast, I hope she dies--she wanted this, so no more cries! he snarled inwardly, rooting for the fiery white fae that had left the creature to die in the first place.



The battle ended quicker than he thought it would. He observed with glee as the other's lower jaw was popped and ripped clean out of place and his beak clacked with excitement, finding his first target area to pick first. Dialogue slipped from the woman's lips and Ezekiel snickered as the prey was left with him. Without warning or hesitation he glided down, hoping to capture his property while the other were still stunned by the swift and painful death. With a few concentrated rips of his sharp beak, Ezekiel separated the lower jaw from the deceased individual and quickly ascended once more, not trusting the old white male nearby and never taking his eyes off of him. By the time Morphine had begun her trot away, he had returned to his tree, eyeing all below and daring them to challenge the rest of his food, the part still clutched in his beak.



Should they bury her, he'd be sure to know where, and further desecrate the body once they departed from it. And that was one thing Ezekiel was certain of.