Post by katiekitten on May 12, 2009 19:42:10 GMT -5
Feyl
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Feathers.
They fluttered from the sky in twisting billows, black as midnight, littering the ground at her feet and slipping into the map of dead leaves that spanned the forest floor. Little specks of coal on a tattered, orange sea, swaying at a breeze's whim, steadily, but slowly, filling the clearing.
She was quite fond of feathers.
They felt smooth against the soft skin of her nose as she nudged them, delicate tendrils swaying under the hum of her breath, and she watched as they shifted reluctantly once more, borne away by a fussing rush of air.
The ravens were gathering.
She looked up at catch the glint of their sharp beaks and claws as they circled high above, beady eyes fixed on the corpse in the center of the clearing, screaming in those shredded voices of their's of their delight on finding such a meal. Blood still oozed from the torn throat of the deer as it lay broken in the the grass, visible glazed eye fixed unblinking at the cloudless sky as a fly buzzed idly on its surface, unmoving and, unmistakably, dead. The koyote pack that had killed it had long since left the area, and in the silence they'd left behind, the scavengers had clustered, waiting for the time to feed.
She watched pleasantly until the first carrion birds fell from the sky before she turned and drove further into the forest.
Life was a constant chain of life and death, and, sincerely, she loved the sheer beauty of it: everything had its place, and everything buoyed everything else. It was efficient, with life sparked by the loss of itself, and- it was fascinating.
The predators fed on the prarie animals to later die and feed them in its turn, their gorged bellies bloating in the cruel summer heat, rotting into the parched, grasping arms of the earth. Everything never truly began, and never truly ended, but renewed, reinvigorated itself in the springs of life and death.
It was omnipotent. Above time itself.
(And she wanted it).
