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04-19-2021, 05:37 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-20-2021, 07:16 AM by Cíel. Edited 2 times in total.)
'Don't. Leave the skin alone. Amend the ar-'
"I know."
'Be CAREFUL. It's delicate you swine... pick it up.'"I said, I KNOW."
I growled a bit louder than I intended.The tips of my teeth pulled the entrails of the flaccid waterfowl over the grainy dirt a few inches, leaving just enough space between it and the lines drawn in the ground around it.
'Well done. You still have the rest to consider.'
My head rose and tilted slightly, I held still as I regarded the position of the small ducks form to the outline I had made with it's innards. The heart being held out of the drawn ring for later, the liver nestled in a shallow ditch above it's head and the stomach right below it's feet. I hummed softly, clicking my teeth habitually as I thought.
"No.. I don't have time. I dont know this area enough to know WHEN it's looked after and I can't be disturbed now. The rest will have to wait, it's not important anyway."
'EVERYTHING. Is. Important. Do it right. Or don't do it at all.' It laughed - screeched was more like it.
'I wouldn't mind either way.
I groaned. It was right. But the knot forming in my stomach still couldn't be helped. The sound of those words echoed in my mind over and over as if there was a cavern in there for the vibrations to ricochet off the walls. It was becoming... forming into a much more precise sound now. Not as scattered and pitchy as it was before. Suddenly my thoughts swarmed into one another like gnats in a frenzy. Trampling over one another and fighting for my attention as if it were their lifeforce. Battling against my rationale that as long as I had what I needed, I was fine and I would be able to finally get some sleep tonight. The fact that it happened at all was a moot point in my genetics, and I was helpless to stop it too. You know what it was? It was his voice. The sounds and pitches all had their individual personas but his was the loudest. I knew this would happen, and this ritual was the only way to appease him to get it all to stop.
Tonight was a full moon. It had to be. I had been tracking the night skies now for over a week and it was getting closer and closer every day. This ritual was going to be my one chance at getting some peace for the next moon cycle and I damn sure wasn't going to let any distractions get in my way. My only complaint? I was in a FUCKING pack...claimed... shit. The land. Being marked and all. You get what I'm trying to say. But there wasn't any prey coming to me within a mile from here and I had to wait an hour or so JUST to get this sad excuse for a bird. So I'm working with what the universe gave me, and it wasn't much.
"Bene... I can do the bare minimum. I still have to wait for another one..."
I huffed, swearing under my breath. "Ad astra per aspera..."
It was in the gods paws now. I lifted a paw to my teeth, regarded it for a moment before pushing it against my mouth, taking a sliver of the gentle flesh in between my teeth and tearing at it swiftly. It took a couple of pulls but I got it to tear enough to let blood begin to flow out of the wound. My eyes closed tightly as the pain momentarily radiated out from my paw and through my arm, causing me to whine softly. I hated that part. My paw then pressed up against my face, smothering it in light streaks of my own blood. Then I quickly dipped that paw in the entrails of the bird and wiped it over my face as well. It wasn't neat, but it would do.
"Alea iacta est."
My voice came out in a mutter while I wiped, blinking away bits that had lodged themselves in the corners of my eye. My rump fell into a sit while I took a moment to stretch. The sun was just going down over the trees and I casted a pair of reddish eyes to the water, waiting for another source of prey to show up. One of the most infuriating parts of this was having to wait until it came to you..."Please hurry..."
I whispered. "Speech"