The Devil In Stitches
05-10-2013, 06:11 PM
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THE TOE BONE'S CONNECTED TO THE
HEEL BONE
his feathered ruffled by prospect and opportunity lost, ezekiel's mood was fouled. his gut churned not with hunger but desire for gluttony, thoughts poisoned by his picky tendencies. they had buried the bastard he had planned on plucking a few bones from. oh, the nerve, oh, how it would not serve! a dark speck in the sky, gliding on midnight-topped wings specked at the edge of each feather with silver, the bearded vulture sought some sort of revenge. for him to waste his time salivating over a short-lived battle and the events that took place afterward as he did, and then be denied of his reward was preposterous! this she-devil--desdemona, if he'd heard correctly from the lady in white--would pay, no doubt!
the petty lupine beings had been fighting over something, as usual, and with revenge thick upon his mind, he decided to seek the source.
before departing, he had dropped to the ground to clutch the femur of a previously passed creature in his claws, and had rubbed it thoroughly upon the fresh blood spilled on the ground. then, he had done what he did best--stalked. shielded by the cover of low autumn clouds, the scheming avian had followed the triumphant murderer to her pack, and in turn, to the meeting that she'd called. he slowly spiraled down above the congregation, beady black eyes set intently upon the events beneath, beak parted slightly as his tongue clicked against the roof of his mouth. yes, it was here that he would sow the seeds of treason.
from his aerial orbit above them, well out of striking range but thoroughly in hearing range, his maddened cackle echoed out over them, as dry as the bones that he feasted upon. voice grating in a screech, a rhythm emerged in his rhyming words, body occasionally sharply altering directions in flight to put emphasis.
"deception, deception,
you all fall to lies,
not at all seeing
the wool over your eyes!"
it was here that the seemingly-crazed bird flung the bone forth amidst them for inspection. he was doubtful that any of these stupid creatures had any way of realizing this was not a bone of their freshly-deceased alpha, as it was a nearly congruent sized specimen, and it was mostly-unmarked by any chips. it was a relatively recent example, so it had not yet experienced the marrow deterioration of an older club should they decide to break it apart. besides, the thing was so thoroughly covered in wet, fresh crimson that it was difficult to see many specific details of its existence, as well.
"this bone, you see,
torn from his flesh--
mutilated by desde,
who murdered him afresh!
"and look, look,
no dirt on my claws!
only the blood
shed by her jaws!
"how don't you see it
you blithering fools?
following so blindly
like her good little tools?
"is this what you want?
to be weaklings--be sheep?
to be birds sitting to wait
to be killed in their sleep?
"well good riddance to you
if you believe in her lies!
she'll ruin the pack
and fraternize with spies!
"what am i but the messenger--
come to save you all?
stop standing, and do something
before your affiliation falls!"
his frenzied gliding paused as he stared down at them with disgust in his features, wings beating to steady his flight.
the petty lupine beings had been fighting over something, as usual, and with revenge thick upon his mind, he decided to seek the source.
before departing, he had dropped to the ground to clutch the femur of a previously passed creature in his claws, and had rubbed it thoroughly upon the fresh blood spilled on the ground. then, he had done what he did best--stalked. shielded by the cover of low autumn clouds, the scheming avian had followed the triumphant murderer to her pack, and in turn, to the meeting that she'd called. he slowly spiraled down above the congregation, beady black eyes set intently upon the events beneath, beak parted slightly as his tongue clicked against the roof of his mouth. yes, it was here that he would sow the seeds of treason.
from his aerial orbit above them, well out of striking range but thoroughly in hearing range, his maddened cackle echoed out over them, as dry as the bones that he feasted upon. voice grating in a screech, a rhythm emerged in his rhyming words, body occasionally sharply altering directions in flight to put emphasis.
"deception, deception,
you all fall to lies,
not at all seeing
the wool over your eyes!"
it was here that the seemingly-crazed bird flung the bone forth amidst them for inspection. he was doubtful that any of these stupid creatures had any way of realizing this was not a bone of their freshly-deceased alpha, as it was a nearly congruent sized specimen, and it was mostly-unmarked by any chips. it was a relatively recent example, so it had not yet experienced the marrow deterioration of an older club should they decide to break it apart. besides, the thing was so thoroughly covered in wet, fresh crimson that it was difficult to see many specific details of its existence, as well.
"this bone, you see,
torn from his flesh--
mutilated by desde,
who murdered him afresh!
"and look, look,
no dirt on my claws!
only the blood
shed by her jaws!
"how don't you see it
you blithering fools?
following so blindly
like her good little tools?
"is this what you want?
to be weaklings--be sheep?
to be birds sitting to wait
to be killed in their sleep?
"well good riddance to you
if you believe in her lies!
she'll ruin the pack
and fraternize with spies!
"what am i but the messenger--
come to save you all?
stop standing, and do something
before your affiliation falls!"
his frenzied gliding paused as he stared down at them with disgust in his features, wings beating to steady his flight.
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