Revenge [Morgan]
05-31-2013, 02:37 PM
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THE TOE BONE'S CONNECTED TO THE
HEEL BONE
he cackled with glee, circling endlessly over the battle scene, drawn to the place of gore how he always was--with a call of revenge. his heart sung with adoration at a promised meal as malice and betrayal were pledged, and it was all he could do to not swoop down upon them mid-battle and get one of them to rip one another's bones out. by the time the deed neared, ezekiel was almost bored with waiting, but as the first fae was thrown upon her back he dropped in altitude, circles becoming more concise and the beats of his wings quickening with anticipation. He crooned and cackled roughly as the she-wolf's reproductive organs were ripped from her abdomen, and before the assailant had even finished the job he'd alighted on the other side of the writhing form.
with a string of curses the perpetrator turned away, and ezekiel's sharp eyes picked over the gore, finding nothing that he wished to feast upon. he flapped his wings indignantly, lifting from the ground and carrying himself to the other side of the ravaged creature, beady eyes of obsidian burning as he addressed the departing victor.
"oh, what, no bones for me?
just this grotesque, dismembered ovary?"
his singsong protest paused as he glanced behind him, and then he plucked the uterus from the dirt and tipped his head upwards. his dial jerked to give it momentum as he attempted to swallow it, and after a few moments of struggle the organ went down with ease. the massive bearded vulture clacked his beak a few times, hopping away from the source of his meal and half-jumped and half-glided forth to the champion's side, though he was certain to keep a distance of several feet in case a getaway was needed.
"oh no, oh no, not my usual taste.
it's icky, it's soft, and laden with paste!
but oh, oh yes, revenge is sweet!
my absolute favorite, so read it an weep!
"you avenger, you dog, you pleasant little girl,
i'm eager to see how your destiny unfurls!
what next, what next; will you take over a pack?
overthrow alacritis with a simple attack?
"either way, my dear, just be sure to take note
that next time i'd like bones, not some reproductive mote!"
as with all of ezekiel's riddle-filled dialogues, there was something catchy and rhythmic about it, and if one paid attention he often moved to the swing of his own lyrics. he inched closer to the lass, eager for her reply and greedy for more should she be interested in maiming any others anytime soon.
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