who we are and all that we're trying to be
Beasts and cretins, creatures meant for destruction, mayhem, and primordial demolition; Aisha followed through on her melee, snagging and snarling at the fowl, bringing her own down. With his kill lodged in his mouth, he couldn’t extend a snicker, save for across their bond, but there was the Well done notions pieced and portions through the Attuned bombardments. They could’ve continued in their onslaught, in the terrible, treacherous mayhem coiled in their capabilities; but then it would’ve been overkill, and the majority of the flock had already taken off, back into the winter haze.
So we do he laughed in return, marching diligently back the way they’d come. We can bring these back to the Temple. Another stockpile, another manifestation of food, for those who needed, required, the intervals. Next time they went on a hunting sojourn, he’d be sure to invite the leopard; the efficiency in her machinations noted and received. He bid just as he’d stated, presuming she’d follow, marching his way towards the aforementioned shelter.
{FIN}
It takes dying to know
How to live as ghosts
