A hare hung limp from clenched teeth, hooked at the hips so that - were the animal alive - they would be viewing the world spun on its head. The head itself was dislocated and swayed to the beat of her languid steps. On occasion it would connect with her chest, marring the plush fur there with a garish purple-red, at least until the body cooled.
She sought a space for herself to eat in peace, and whether she noticed the marked edge of her current haunt or not, the woman drifted. Her nostrils flared, taking in the scent of the dead thing. Her path led to where a pile of rubble formed an uneven cairn, and towards this she ducked - avoiding some low-hanging branches. There, she dropped the hare's body and fell upon it, lost to hunger and the greedy tugging as she pulled the thing to pieces.
Limbs torn from the body were hastily mauled; the chest cracked like an oyster, the haunch pulverized as she sank to her belly in the snow and worked away at it with her molars. A disgusting display - but the woman was aloof about it all. Why should she care if her chest was bibbed in red? Or should she be so vain as to avoid eating altogether, lest someone catch her and judge her? It was a natural process - albeit, she made it a touch ugly with the way she painted the earth and snow.
She sought a space for herself to eat in peace, and whether she noticed the marked edge of her current haunt or not, the woman drifted. Her nostrils flared, taking in the scent of the dead thing. Her path led to where a pile of rubble formed an uneven cairn, and towards this she ducked - avoiding some low-hanging branches. There, she dropped the hare's body and fell upon it, lost to hunger and the greedy tugging as she pulled the thing to pieces.
Limbs torn from the body were hastily mauled; the chest cracked like an oyster, the haunch pulverized as she sank to her belly in the snow and worked away at it with her molars. A disgusting display - but the woman was aloof about it all. Why should she care if her chest was bibbed in red? Or should she be so vain as to avoid eating altogether, lest someone catch her and judge her? It was a natural process - albeit, she made it a touch ugly with the way she painted the earth and snow.
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Why you gotta be so cold -- - by Agano - February 07, 2020, 07:47 PM
RE: Why you gotta be so cold -- - by Erzulie - February 08, 2020, 09:22 PM
RE: Why you gotta be so cold -- - by Agano - February 21, 2020, 02:56 PM
RE: Why you gotta be so cold -- - by Erzulie - February 24, 2020, 02:31 AM