05-24-2020, 06:56 PM
cw: insects & gore.
JUST BENEATH THE SKIN LIES PESTILENCE AND ROT.
His den within the scorched forest was getting cozier by the day, with corpses strewn about, their organs strung over brush and branch like grotesque curtains. One would wonder if this was intentional. Perhaps so. Dirt seemed fit to be making a throne of sorts, of discarded prey, and old dead animals, dragging corpses in as he found them, arranging them in an odd sort of fashion. He certainly thought it made the scorched jungle look more..... homey. Familar. The stench of rot and spoiled flesh filled this part of the woods, choking out the air and ash with something much more.... visceral.
Flies buzzed freely, centipedes feasted. And Dirt had never felt more at peace, with the maggots scrawling within the flesh beneath his paws, with the cockroaches and ants skittering with great scraps of flesh in their teeth. The crows that gathered, the vultures. In this forest, he sat on a rotting throne, giving way beneath him to thousands of scavengers. The more unsightly it all was, the better it felt.
And today, he had found a lovely addition. A young deer, its antlers long snared in jungle vines, head and spine picked clean, the rest of its flesh sunken deep into black, murky water, bloated and grey. A foolish thing, wandering this far. He'd gnawed at the vines that had wrenched themselves around the cleaned skull and antlers, woven into the spine, freeing the corpse. Dirt was not far from home, fortunately, exploring a new neck of the woods, following his nose for the scent of rot. He'd waded into the murky water, using his weight to shove at the corpse, eventually freeing the hooves from the mud below, tipping it over onto the ground. He'd stepped carefully over it, admiring the way the scavengers had only touched what was outside of the dark water. He was surprised how well preserved its lower body was, if bloated. He couldn't wait to spill those precious organs in time, get a good look at what they looked like. He was consumed by his own greed, his curiosity.
Dirt began to drag it through the scorched woods to his home, teeth hooked into the spinal column. Perhaps, he could dislocate the head and spine from the rest of it, dangle the foolish deer from a tree. It really did have lovely bone structure, it would be a shame to just leave it to the beetles.
His ears twitch, as he hears someone approach. He gives the deer one last firm tug, before turning to his visitor, a curious grin tugging at his lips, showing off yellowed teeth.
"To who do I owe this... pleasure?"
Flies buzzed freely, centipedes feasted. And Dirt had never felt more at peace, with the maggots scrawling within the flesh beneath his paws, with the cockroaches and ants skittering with great scraps of flesh in their teeth. The crows that gathered, the vultures. In this forest, he sat on a rotting throne, giving way beneath him to thousands of scavengers. The more unsightly it all was, the better it felt.
And today, he had found a lovely addition. A young deer, its antlers long snared in jungle vines, head and spine picked clean, the rest of its flesh sunken deep into black, murky water, bloated and grey. A foolish thing, wandering this far. He'd gnawed at the vines that had wrenched themselves around the cleaned skull and antlers, woven into the spine, freeing the corpse. Dirt was not far from home, fortunately, exploring a new neck of the woods, following his nose for the scent of rot. He'd waded into the murky water, using his weight to shove at the corpse, eventually freeing the hooves from the mud below, tipping it over onto the ground. He'd stepped carefully over it, admiring the way the scavengers had only touched what was outside of the dark water. He was surprised how well preserved its lower body was, if bloated. He couldn't wait to spill those precious organs in time, get a good look at what they looked like. He was consumed by his own greed, his curiosity.
Dirt began to drag it through the scorched woods to his home, teeth hooked into the spinal column. Perhaps, he could dislocate the head and spine from the rest of it, dangle the foolish deer from a tree. It really did have lovely bone structure, it would be a shame to just leave it to the beetles.
His ears twitch, as he hears someone approach. He gives the deer one last firm tug, before turning to his visitor, a curious grin tugging at his lips, showing off yellowed teeth.
"To who do I owe this... pleasure?"
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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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