Duck Lake crown of thorns

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A presence became known to Ira in a rather abruptly bizarre fashion, having left the insolent child watching the exchange between canine and feathered fiends mutely. Her bark echoed around them, startling the ducks into quacking their protests loudly, their feathers flying in irritation as they rose into a shortly resulted flight. Ira's ears pinned back to his head as his lip lifted to expose a wickedly sharp tooth in evident distaste as he scuttled back a few steps. His heart beat echoed loudly in his ear drums as he imagined being caught in the whirlwind of sharp beaks, free falling feathers and failing wings. They had not been chased in his direction, of which he was relieved, but that did not lessen the quivering in his insides or the icy kiss of adrenaline in his veins. They seemed to settle disgruntled a few feet away from the canine responsible for disturbing them and as if remember her existence Ira turned his head in the fire kissed woman, milky blue eyes sharp as he squinted as her accusingly, with definitive scrutiny. Silently, Ira pondered her sanity as she shot him a look and invited him to join her in her...madness. Indeed, that was Ira thought of her game: madness.

He was skeptic of the fun to be found in aggravating the feathered demons. Ira could only imagine what would happen if their flight instincts turned in aggression to fight instead. Ira looked from the fire kissed woman to the ducks, watching as one's tail quivered as it took a dump. "Ew," Ira remarked quietly, before realizing another point. "But what if one shits on you?" Birds had the ability to excrete mid-flight Ira recalled. He wasn't exactly sure the origins of his learning of the second explicit word though in truth, it did not matter. What mattered was when he used them Jinx did not reprimand him for them and so they were allowed.