Sequoia Coast but life is long my love is gone away

Once Bartok had finished committing the last of their quarry to Charon's clutch, he merrily concluded his work by hailing the drudge-dog. Caiaphas watched him curiously as he gamboled over to her. It seemed there was nothing in the world that could unite two psychopaths so quick as the cheery slaughter of beachbound avians.

"Hi bird!" The wretch cawed in reply, her expression devoid of its usual dour charm. She eyed the carcasses that littered the shore, their ruffled feathers swirling in the gentle beach breeze. She was proud of their handiwork.. you know, in that sad and scary sociopathic sort of way. "Hungry?"