On the seventh day the wolf said...
04-09-2013, 08:31 PM
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THE TOE BONE'S CONNECTED TO THE
HEEL BONE
as usual, the great behemoth circled the battlefield, and with crimson eyes trained down upon his prey, the scavenger began to spiral slowly toward them with the precision and predatory movements of a very hungry eagle. still up high, he appeared only as a small creature in the sky, but if they spied him now, they would be in for a great surprise when he was close. stifling mischievous cackles that were the result of a mind seemingly rotten by madness he continued to descend, watching the fight below and reveling in the battle snarls that echoed up to him. he banked to the left, and then to the right, and then folded his wings and allowed for gravity to take his fifteen-pound body in its grasp.
arrival to the party announced by a rasping, sandpaper screech the bearded vulture plummeted, large bulk of a shadow forewarning his dive-bomb. he trained his course straight into the middle of the battle-locked wolves, and at the very last second snapped his wings from his side with a resisting crack, only to swoop back upwards on nine feet worth of wingspan. ezekiel allowed for his choppy cackles to poison the air, and glided a few feet away before settling onto the ground, neck craned forward to absorb the action and the results of what was hopefully a marvelous (and fatal) distraction.
"oh what fun, what fun!" he laughed manically, taking a moment to preen his feathers before returning his attention to the battle at hand. "go for his neck! break a paw! hey, you, get 'er and let 'er bleed out!" he cheered in what was proving to be a consistently rough timbre, always tainted with what could be taken as insanity. "hurry up with it, too! i'm hungry!" came yet another jeer, followed by a devious snicker.
arrival to the party announced by a rasping, sandpaper screech the bearded vulture plummeted, large bulk of a shadow forewarning his dive-bomb. he trained his course straight into the middle of the battle-locked wolves, and at the very last second snapped his wings from his side with a resisting crack, only to swoop back upwards on nine feet worth of wingspan. ezekiel allowed for his choppy cackles to poison the air, and glided a few feet away before settling onto the ground, neck craned forward to absorb the action and the results of what was hopefully a marvelous (and fatal) distraction.
"oh what fun, what fun!" he laughed manically, taking a moment to preen his feathers before returning his attention to the battle at hand. "go for his neck! break a paw! hey, you, get 'er and let 'er bleed out!" he cheered in what was proving to be a consistently rough timbre, always tainted with what could be taken as insanity. "hurry up with it, too! i'm hungry!" came yet another jeer, followed by a devious snicker.