11-12-2019, 01:00 AM
They feel it now, crowded and hoarded together in a cage to small, their body pressed tight to the earth and they wanted nothing but to be free. Unnamed, sentience - this was their first thought between the sobbing of a pup that became their prisoner and the cries of all such gentle sin twisted and warped, into ruin, running and never looking back. Sinking deeper and deeper until they were all - thousnads of them drowning in a sea of red and they - their first thought - i want to be free.
freedom had a price, it seemed. Like a chain attached to their leg - it kept them grounded. Gravity holding them down to the earth where the buzzard's muscles couldn't fight against. Hushsound's voice a rasp sending jolts through the scavanger - gravel tones and clipped wings and
hurtpainpleasestop iwanttobefreeiwanttobefree
A coyote, was so similar to wolf
they wanted to scream - wanted away
but they asked for this, didn't they? for help?
The buzzard kept still when a paw pressed to their neck, a place that was almost pure white in comparison to the bird's bleeding wings. They were large - they knew, but they never felt so small then that moment.
( no, that wasn't entirely true either )
"Alas..." The buzzard weezed - sparking intelligence between bouts of savagrey - memmories of snapping teeth, of blood bleeding. The slow plucking of feathers of sheer's to close to their nerves and it - it hurt
but the pain was neccisary, wasn't it? after all, freedom had a price.
"Alas!" With one last shutter, the bird felt bandages wrap around them: wings. His wings were covered from the world, thanks to the lupine, a wolf - but not a wolf, scavenger, predator- predator
he was prey prey prey a scavenger too, wasn't he?
once?
The buzard - alas if you named the creature after the only word it screamed; Alas was light, and submitted to the administrations of the resident medic. From the corner of it's eyes it watched as the same feline return with a cloth and wood - some sort of carrying device, the bird struggled to stand - wings spreading wide even bandaged - attempting to get up and woble closer - they knew now, that the two where there to help - even afraid, they wanted the help
freedom had a price, it seemed. Like a chain attached to their leg - it kept them grounded. Gravity holding them down to the earth where the buzzard's muscles couldn't fight against. Hushsound's voice a rasp sending jolts through the scavanger - gravel tones and clipped wings and
hurtpainpleasestop iwanttobefreeiwanttobefree
A coyote, was so similar to wolf
they wanted to scream - wanted away
but they asked for this, didn't they? for help?
The buzzard kept still when a paw pressed to their neck, a place that was almost pure white in comparison to the bird's bleeding wings. They were large - they knew, but they never felt so small then that moment.
( no, that wasn't entirely true either )
"Alas..." The buzzard weezed - sparking intelligence between bouts of savagrey - memmories of snapping teeth, of blood bleeding. The slow plucking of feathers of sheer's to close to their nerves and it - it hurt
but the pain was neccisary, wasn't it? after all, freedom had a price.
"Alas!" With one last shutter, the bird felt bandages wrap around them: wings. His wings were covered from the world, thanks to the lupine, a wolf - but not a wolf, scavenger, predator- predator
he was prey prey prey a scavenger too, wasn't he?
once?
The buzard - alas if you named the creature after the only word it screamed; Alas was light, and submitted to the administrations of the resident medic. From the corner of it's eyes it watched as the same feline return with a cloth and wood - some sort of carrying device, the bird struggled to stand - wings spreading wide even bandaged - attempting to get up and woble closer - they knew now, that the two where there to help - even afraid, they wanted the help
I'LL BREAK THIS IF I H A V E TO —
TELL ME THE GOOD THAT WOULD DO
TELL ME THE GOOD THAT WOULD DO