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Posted on June 15, 2015 at 07:25:29 PM by Kairos
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The tiny, feathery body shivered violently, its pinion feathers clacking together as it did so, tiny eyes staring upwards at a face that blocked out the sun. It began to chirrup frantically, its beak opening and closing as it struggled to fight the panic that threatened to overwhelm it. The monstrous jaws loomed closer, their needle teeth gleaming dangerously as they caught the light, a silent promise of death. The fledgling instinctively tried to hide its head behind its wing, gibbering to itself in a language like the flowing of a river. The hoverer growled and set a heavy paw on the minute chest, putting enough force into her leg to hold down the wiggling bird without killing it. The creature then took the grey-brown wing, only sparsely feathered, between its to front teeth and unfurled it. The limb came away from the body easily and seemed to flap with a mind of its own, as though the one who bore it was the appendage, and it the driving force. Kairos found herself wondering whether the latter was true instead of the opposite, as she had been taught, and settled on a plan that would help her find out. Without pausing, she adjusted her claws on the bird's fragile chest and jerked her head backwards, ripping the wing from the body in a spurt of blood and feathers. The nestling screeched deafeningly, and she was reminded of her brother, from whose throat had poured the same obtrusive sound. She dropped the limp sheet of flesh and down she held in her mouth, now reassured that the bird was the living part, and shut her eyes to better focus on the sound that poured from between its beak. It was a keening noise, halfway between a wail and a shriek, and she thought privately that either her brother had lied to her and he was a bird, or the milk-giver had lied and birds were a type of wolf. Kairos, who wasn't very fond of Illias, grinned to herself as she pictured him flapping around in the sky with a worm between his jaws, and decided that it was he who had been lying to her. While she thought these things, she failed to notice the rapid flutter of the chest fade to nothing, and the hot shower of blood slow to a trickle. All that made an impression on her, was the sound that had suddenly turned to silence. Thinking to hear it again and further pore over the oddness of her sibling, she took the one remaining wing and ripped it from the body, although her exertion went unrewarded and the beak remained frozen shut. Annoyed, she lowered her weight into the leg that pinned the body to the earth, feeling the satisfactory crunching of ribs and the hot perfume of guts as they poured from every orifice. The bird hadn't done what she'd wanted it too, and so it had paid the ultimate price. A family motto, if you will. With a smug grin, she licked up the bloody morsels before her littermates smelt her find and picked up the wing she had dropped, running off with it held firmly between her jaws. Her podgy body was surprisingly swift and she made it far from the den site in a relatively short time, relived that the ones who watched her hadn't noticed. Finally, she settled beneath a stunted tree to worry her toy, ripping the feathers from it with joyous abandon so that she soon resembled a bird herself and all she had left was a thin flap of pinkish skin too tough to enjoy eating. Around her the grass whispered quietly in the afternoon breeze and clouds scudded playfully across the sky. It was a perfect day for exploring and it soon found the pup nosing her way along the earth, overturning hapless beetles with her nose and generally causing mayhem wherever she cared to walk. Her only disappointment was that Zagan wasn't with her. She missed how the sun shone on his ebony coat and his silent, soulful eyes that glinted an awesome purple when she looked into them. Things were always much more enjoyable when she had his company. Still, his absence dampened her glee but did not diffuse it and she gambolled with all the innocence of a youngster, despite having just been involved in a torturous activity most grown wolves would have shied away from. She was oblivious to the whims of the world, and her intermingled bloodline dictated that it would always be so for her. What bothered one would not even ruffle her perfectly white undercoat, and her need to understand would fuel her cruelty to rival that of her forebears. Still, she had a long way to go yet, and a far way to grow, and the beauty of the day was not lost on her intelligent blue and black eyes while she continued to spring through the meadow, but a suckling pup on a mindless adventure. OOC-pic and HTML to come soon! |
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- blood, blood, blood - By widow June 17, 2015 at 00:50:33 AM
WHERE THE SUNLIGHT DIES & NIGHT REMAINS - By gehenna June 17, 2015 at 01:29:32 AM
band-aids don't fix bullet holes - By Kairos June 18, 2015 at 04:19:22 PM
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