Sawtooth Spire into a fly

for @Pallas Stormthorn <3

i'm her voice
it was what he had told the pregnant, brazen queen, her name something no longer in buffalo's reach. the only thing that remained in stark relief was byll's face, contorted with her mad words. crazy — buffalo lay awake in the thicket he had chosen for his bed, sweating beneath his fur but refusing to shift even a muscle. he stared upwards, forepaws tucked into the fur of his chest, and felt hot tears burn their way backward toward his ears.
"byll," buffalo moaned all the same, finally collapsing onto one side and curling himself into a fetal position. the two-toned stare he wore focused unseeingly on the darkness. he began to rack his mind for memories of where she might have gone, have fled; but why flee him? what had he done? why had the loa —
"why did they take you away from me, sister?" his voice trembled into the night, as he lifted himself and stumbled from the makeshift shelter onto the cold stone of the soaring mountain. here the moon hung full; buffalo turned his tearstained face toward it and burned with a sudden anger. "fuck you!" he shouted at the arrogant orb. "you fuckin' ... space bastard."
he was sobbing now, between bouts of cackles that sat him on his ass, then knocked him slowly over. "thanks a lot, mom," the twisted mind chortled from where he lay on the ground beneath the silver glow, finding silence in the moments to come. 
buffalo focused instead on drawing blood from his lower lip.