SiNDICATE
Sleep, Sleep, tender, mild,
Meaty, sweet & juicy child.
Sleep, Sleep: Sleep a sleep
Soft as is an infant sheep.
Sweet Babe, restful Lump,
Rest thy limbs & belly plump,
Wouldn't it fucking figure that the day I finally decide to leave my newly claimed territory is the day it not only rains, but thunderstorms. Though, I do love a good storm, they are shockingly fun to hunt in as long as you don't mind cheating death every time lightning strikes. Frankly it's one of my favorite games to play with prey as they are usually preocupied with finding shelter, or are already hiding and paying attention to the sky instead of the devil sneaking up behind them. It's also of course a brilliant training tool, it washes away scents and confuses all the senses. If you can succesfully hunt in a storm, you might be worthy of living on this planet. Though, I haven't yet met another beast who enjoys the same game.
Right now though? I'm not hunting. So I would very much prefer not to be stuck outside. But Sindicate, why have you ventured today? You may ask. Well, the answer is simple, I'm trying to find the source of power that is so obviously running through the veins of this land. It's nothing I've ever seen, nor felt, and I want it. Nay, I need it. I want to taste the energy, bathe in it. Quite frankly this power is the reason I was drawn to these lands originally. I could have easily settled myself anywhere, let's be real. The fact that Nimueh is apparently here too is simply icing on the cake. What were the odds? I mean seriously. That bitch just had to end up here. And in a role of power nonetheless?! Despicable.
A snarl rumbles in my throat at the thought and I spit at the ground in an effort to get the taste of the name out of my mouth and head. She will meet her end. No doubt about it. She can't hide from me forever.
Anyways, I've been rambling. I do that when I have too much shit rolling around in my skull. Who the hell knows how my new pack is making out back at home, not that I have many members just yet. It's really hard to find good ones nowadays. It's shockinlgy difficult to explain cannibalism... and don't even get me started on my extremely simple task for entry. The amount of looks of confusion I have recieved when I tell these nimrods to bring me a fresh kill with it's head skinned. It's not even hard for fucks sake. Then again judging by the immensely irrititating pups I had had to go through upon my arrival this place isn't exactly brimming with worthy wolves. I feel like I walked into a buffet rather than a valley of worthy wolves. Ugh, buffet.... sweet, tender lupine derma, crunchy ribs and juicy organs. What? I don't like to waste anything other than the gross bits. Like the intestines. They are fantastic the closer to the stomach you get but you have to know when to stop or it starts getting too bitter. Oh, and the toes, like little chicken nuggets. Whoops, rambling again, and now it seems I've made myself hungry again. Ahem I let out a frustrated huff just as the sky opens up and begins to pour. Awesome. No, it's cool, this is exactly how I wanted this day to go.
I begin to pick up my pace as large rain drops start to soak into my pelt. Within seconds a few drops is now a downpour and a deafing crack of lightning assaults my eardrums. Fuck this, I'm in no particular hurry and I'm not hungry enough to turn this into a hunting party. My teal drenched irises peer through the heavy rainfall to see the open mouth of a cave. Well, I can wait out the storm there.... maybe there will be some mice or bats to play with.
Without missing a step I beeline for the opening. As I enter the cavern the sudden change in sound is almost disorienting. Going from torential downpoor to drippy. echoing dark silence is more of a shock than one might expect. I stop just inside and shake myself off. Ick, I can feel the fibers fluffing up from the humidity and my own stench tickles my nares. Hmph maybe I really did need a bath.
Auds prick to attention as I hear a shuffling sound somewhere much deeper in the caves. Another flash of lightning illuminates the cave, revealing further tunnels, followed almost immediately by a crack of thunder that bounces itself along the walls with a shocking amount of aggression. Another shuffle and I am at full attention. Let's have some fun then shall we?
"Little pig, Little pig let me in... "
I hiss through my teeth before starting to slowly make my way down one of the closer tunnels. My deep raspy voice tiptoeing along the cold damp walls like plague.
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Jellied arms & legs & butt:
Every tender, juicy cut.
Savory, salted thou shalt be,
Season'd most deliciously.
Sleep, Sleep: Disease will both
Spoil thy meat & spoil the broth.
Titan || Nanakian || Adult || 817 words
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