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All for nothing. - Aniuk - December 12, 2021
That night, winging high over the mountains, she thought the winds had shifted in her favor. The winter chill had followed her from the north and now carried her over clustered pine forest, most of which was dusted white, and she was content. By the time morning rolled around and the first glimmering of dawn hazed the air with greylight, Aniuk could be found perched upon a large branch central to the vale.
She hunkered close to the trunk and fluffed her feathers up, trying to warm herself. As she began to drift to sleep, as this was her usual routine of late, something large and dark swarmed her vision. A piercing sensation first to her breast and then to her wings, as feathers were plucked, and flesh was pecked; she let out a startled noise and almost fell clear out of the tree.
Around her flocked a trio of ravens. They must have seen her come in to roost — and after biding their time, set upon her with the rage inherent to their kind. Aniuk fought against them as best she could, but their attacks came swiftly and from every angle, until she could hobble her way earthside to a gaping, rotten log, within which to hide.
RE: All for nothing. - Gun - December 17, 2021
It was the most frigid of mornings, powdery snow crunching beneath her paws as the mastiff made her way trough the vale. Her recovery was going excellent, and the newly-named auxilia was pleased with herself.
Just a bit more and she won't have to deal with those cocksuckers any longer.
Her breath turned to warm mist. She was out and away from the Canyon at this hour because she had spent the previous day exploring around the base of the mountain northwest of it. Last thing she needed was for her precious muscles to rot away due to stagnation.
There was a tree. Diesel thought that it would be the right time to turn back, but first her bladder needed release. She put her leg up against its trunk and got to pissing, when a sudden noise up above had her fumbling and the stream misfiring onto her hind legs.
The mastiff cussed fiercely and snarled up at the boughs, when she observed a white shape depart from them and land on the ground, hastily hobbling over to a hollow log.
After kicking her legs as to rid them of some of the urine, she walked over to the log. Thinking to enact her revenge upon the bird which made her piss herself, the bitch slammed her side into its hiding spot. "Come out, cum-clucker!" She roared. "Imma make sausages outta you!"