Sequoia Coast but life is long my love is gone away

plucks of grimy, white feather poised in his bill til the wind tore them from his clamp and scattered them about the scene of their maritime massacre. and oh, what a pretty massacre it was. several of the gulls staggered about with maimed extremities, looking the better part of inebriated as they face-planted the sand and screeched with distress.

it was mostly caiaphas' effort that concluded the butchery, her teeth dealing blows which ferried them to their place in the underworld (every single one of the idiotic hellbirds a passenger – their existence was enough to reserve a coin on Charon's barge).

satisfied, the look of concentrated hatred immediately dismantled bartok's countenance and a boon, eye-crinkled smile swallowed it entire. dismounting from his Trojan-esque hilltop of expired seagulls, bartok hopped over to the lemon-eyed chimera. "hi dog!" he greeted brightly, shuffling his disheveled wings and pulling them to his sides as he waddled towards her.