Meadowlark Prairie XXXV

Their mouth filled with blood and musk. Thrilled at their success, Masquerade wrenched their head to do as much damage as possible. They ripped and tore until the animal’s gait slowed and the horse stumbled under the onslaught. The Toweard only let go to avoid being crushed as it fell, screaming, to the ground.

Gore dripped from their face as Masquerade watched the others execute the beast. Avicus began to feed. They licked their chops and admired the kill, proud to have played a part in such a tremendous triumph. Their tail lashed the air as they waited for the Wealda’s cue to eat. There was plenty of meat to feed the entire war party.