this is the reckoning
He watched, waited, and listened in habitual routines; ears twitching back and forth, piercing eyes narrowed in rapt precision as the rest of the birds hastened away, leaving them with their kills, still in the midst of nowhere. His gaze flickered back to her at the assertion that she was fine; he could always have Zuriel mend whatever was left and torn when they returned. If nothing was serious, then the beast would merely nod, and maneuver forward, snatching and clutching at his fowl.
He snorted at her insinuation, while his jaws plucked at feathers, removing them in clumps, absorbed in the tug and pull and devastation, where he could unfurl the ravenous inclinations, where he could unleash some deplorable, horrible ministrations and the world carried on.
Different murmured in his response, while he pierced through skin and flesh, fangs ripping along boundaries of fowl. Perhaps they do not have many predators. Or hadn’t come across creatures like themselves; merciless and Attuned. The unknown to them and to the rest of the void.
He snorted at her insinuation, while his jaws plucked at feathers, removing them in clumps, absorbed in the tug and pull and devastation, where he could unfurl the ravenous inclinations, where he could unleash some deplorable, horrible ministrations and the world carried on.
Different murmured in his response, while he pierced through skin and flesh, fangs ripping along boundaries of fowl. Perhaps they do not have many predators. Or hadn’t come across creatures like themselves; merciless and Attuned. The unknown to them and to the rest of the void.
DEIMOS
