Sequoia Coast but life is long my love is gone away

Caiaphas watched with a wry expression upon her muzzle as the blackfiend jubilantly hopped after an abandoned plume carried by the wind, his gargling cry reaching the heavens in a most raucous and offensive tone. They were not so different, despite one being borne of the air's variety and the other being tethered to the dull earth -- both were imps, in their own delightful way.

She picked hungrily at a bird tucked between her claws, crunching easily the brittle bones between her triangular jaws. Once she had stuffed her craw to its fill she spread across the sand, her gut swollen and eyes shut with devious enjoyment. She would wait until Bartok finished his fill before speaking, content to nap in the pale sunlight as the bird beside her ate his fill.