05-24-2020, 06:12 PM
cw: insects & gore.
SO MANY WAYS TO SEE THE SUNRISE.
Dirt had little care for the stars, spending the better part of the night tucking into the long dead corpses of various prey animals and splaying them bare, putrid innards spilling over his large paws. But the meteor that passed over The Pitt, falling ever closer to the horizon.... well. Dirt supposed that was different. He'd looked up from his playthings to watch it pass, a great marvel of space. Beautiful, to some extent. Or perhaps, what he found beautiful, was the chaos that it would cause. He watched, as it hit the earth, far off.
The bright lights flashing from the collision.
The great noise, so distant but so very near.
The trepidation inherent, as the entirety of the island held their breaths as one.
The rumbling that ensued, how the ground shook as though it would split.
Dirt emerged from the hollow of scorched trees and earth he called his home, hearing the cries. To the desert. His paws and face looked a mess, covered in old putrefied blood and viscera. His tongue lolled out of his mouth, saliva pooling and dripping from his jaws, as he carefully made his way out of the forest, towards the slowly increasing gathering of Pittians in the desert. Flied buzzed around him, lapping at the old, rotting blood smeared into his fur. Shame, that he would miss the inevitable destruction out here in the cool sand. He stood among the group, orange eyes locked on the brightening horizon.
The bright lights flashing from the collision.
The great noise, so distant but so very near.
The trepidation inherent, as the entirety of the island held their breaths as one.
The rumbling that ensued, how the ground shook as though it would split.
Dirt emerged from the hollow of scorched trees and earth he called his home, hearing the cries. To the desert. His paws and face looked a mess, covered in old putrefied blood and viscera. His tongue lolled out of his mouth, saliva pooling and dripping from his jaws, as he carefully made his way out of the forest, towards the slowly increasing gathering of Pittians in the desert. Flied buzzed around him, lapping at the old, rotting blood smeared into his fur. Shame, that he would miss the inevitable destruction out here in the cool sand. He stood among the group, orange eyes locked on the brightening horizon.
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"the maddened illusion that hides the sick squirming reality of what i am. of what we all are, when you strip away the pretence that there is more to a person than a warm, wet habitat for the billion crawling things that need a home. that love us in their way."
- MAG 032
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