PHOEBE
She was hungry. It was a familiar feeling these days, as she stalked the woods. The world around her was cold, but she didn’t seem to notice as she focused in on finding a decent meal. That would warm her right up anyways. As quietly as possible she stalked through the trees, looking around for any sign of life. Pim stalked alongside her, his senses much more attuned to the world around them. With a sniff, he headed off in one direction, and she followed.
Through the winding, shifting paths of the wood they went. She and Pim peered around a small bush, a small flock of pheasants eating grasses they had dug up from under the snow. The dragonling and deranged midwife glanced at each other. Then, with words unspoken, Pim opened his jaws and shot a bolt of rainbow lightning at the flock, hitting one particularly fat bird, striking it dead instantly. The rest of the flock scattered and Phoebe rushed forward, grabbing their kill, making quick work of tearing feathers from its flesh.
Through the winding, shifting paths of the wood they went. She and Pim peered around a small bush, a small flock of pheasants eating grasses they had dug up from under the snow. The dragonling and deranged midwife glanced at each other. Then, with words unspoken, Pim opened his jaws and shot a bolt of rainbow lightning at the flock, hitting one particularly fat bird, striking it dead instantly. The rest of the flock scattered and Phoebe rushed forward, grabbing their kill, making quick work of tearing feathers from its flesh.
When dark creeps in and eats the light
Bury your fears on sorry night
For in the winter's darkest hours
Comes the feasting of the Vours
No one can see it, the life they stole
Your body's here but not your soul
