Treat Other As You Wish To Be Treated (Claiming?)
07-06-2013, 03:16 PM
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THE TOE BONE'S CONNECTED TO THE
HEEL BONE
Since Ezekiel had come to Alacritia, it was safe to say that no one rested in peace. His claws stained slightly brown from uprooting the dead, he'd sought out every grave and tomb in the lands and claimed the contents as his own, stealing their flesh and bones and devouring them without mercy. Nothing was sacred. Nothing was missed. Only the echoes of the tortured souls cursing his name.
The massive bearded vulture glided over the battlefield, riding the currents on wings reaching a little over nine feet in span, obsidian upon their tops and lighter upon their bottoms. The shadow he cast was large, pitch, and threatening, and on this day it fell with ease upon the congregation of socializing lupines.
Sharp ears had captured their dialogue and only now did he take the time to reply, deranged and dry cackles slipping from his beak as he circled above them, just out of range from any physical contact even by jumping.
"Treacherous? Treacherous?
Oh how tasteless you are!
I should set you good and straight
with a well-placed scar!
"An oasis in a desert
that's barren of bones--
how dare you insult her
in such disrespecting tones!"
It was then that he spotted what he deemed a scrawny and insignificant bird upon the dark wolf's back and immediately clacked his beak with disgust at such a creature.
"And this? What's this?
This turd-like little thing?
Missing a few feathers?
Why not a whole wing?"
Ezekiel's wings flapped once or twice as his gaze remained fixed upon his new adversary, gliding flight becoming quicker and a bit more frenzied above them, dark shadow still cast down below. The bearded vulture held an extreme distaste for other birds, and this was by no means any different. The others could wait--for now, he had a threat to eliminate.
The massive bearded vulture glided over the battlefield, riding the currents on wings reaching a little over nine feet in span, obsidian upon their tops and lighter upon their bottoms. The shadow he cast was large, pitch, and threatening, and on this day it fell with ease upon the congregation of socializing lupines.
Sharp ears had captured their dialogue and only now did he take the time to reply, deranged and dry cackles slipping from his beak as he circled above them, just out of range from any physical contact even by jumping.
"Treacherous? Treacherous?
Oh how tasteless you are!
I should set you good and straight
with a well-placed scar!
"An oasis in a desert
that's barren of bones--
how dare you insult her
in such disrespecting tones!"
It was then that he spotted what he deemed a scrawny and insignificant bird upon the dark wolf's back and immediately clacked his beak with disgust at such a creature.
"And this? What's this?
This turd-like little thing?
Missing a few feathers?
Why not a whole wing?"
Ezekiel's wings flapped once or twice as his gaze remained fixed upon his new adversary, gliding flight becoming quicker and a bit more frenzied above them, dark shadow still cast down below. The bearded vulture held an extreme distaste for other birds, and this was by no means any different. The others could wait--for now, he had a threat to eliminate.
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