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 Posted: Sun May 03, 2009 8:45 pm
 A deer was dead somewhere near by.
The day's flies were especially happy, buzzing in varying pitches as if forming a collective malicious cackle. The scent of the rotting flesh was in the air, a sickly sweet scent in its freshness - the fresh scent of death was the most beautiful of the decaying process, any odor afterwords would be a whiff of gradually increasingly putrid levels. Of course, the more toxic the scent, the happier the flies, the happier the scavengers as well. What was it with them and their love of foul meat? It was a strange thing to ponder, and once again the Lord of the Flies found his own disgusting mind wandering down that odd path.
The vines around his neck and ankles creaked and cracked with each dragging step, untidy mane and tail dragging as they collected more and more filth to add to their already impossible weight. Sunken eyes bore out from behind the mass, glowing albeit dimly compared to the bright cast of the sun above. For an early spring day, it was rather warm out. The decomposing body would succumb to death's foul nature all the sooner... maybe that was why the flies did their ritualistic dance of dives and twirls and accompanying tunes of buzzing around him. They were thankful for the heat to speed up the time in which they'd achieve the best tasting meal.
A nuisance to him, or at least it would be, would he not have been the demon he was. Such sights were a reason to smile, a reason to chuckle. Seeing the scavenging birds swoop towards their find was a reason to marvel at the workings of the world - how the death of one was a promise of life to another. How odd the world was! Wasn't death feared, frowned upon? Yet look at all the life it brought!
One bird in particular caught his eye, the queen of her murder, Pharaoh herself. The lady in black spiraled down like a dancer until she landed with natural ease at his withers, curling her blood soaked talons into his hair rather than flesh. Beelzebub smiled a crooked little smile - how long ago was it he'd have to break her legs to keep her from clawing him up when she landed? Pain wasn't a problem per say, more of an... annoyance. This body was in a horrible enough condition - why allow a stupid creature to mess it up further?
"Not yet rotted enough for your taste?"
Pharaoh preened her inky feathers at the attention from the stallion. "Not quite. With this sun, a few more hours will be all it takes before its ripe enough." She snapped her beak in emphasis before casting a scowling glare to the sky. "That is if these clouds don't get in the way."
This was true - even from the small two-legger hunting trail on which he now walked in the depths of the season rich forest, he could still see the wisps of white and gray creeping across the blue expanse above, blocking out the sun for brief moments of sudden cold before the light exploded over head again and chased away the chill of shade. As of yet, the leaves of most of the tress had yet to develop enough to provide perfect cover from the sun, though the collection of branches and additions of pines did enough for him.
"Patience then - you never know what you'll gain if you only apply patience."
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Posted: Tue May 05, 2009 7:31 pm
 She paid little mind to the corpse already beginning to rot from the heat of the sun. To her, death was as natural as the the air she breathed. She was certain that it was always around her, looming like the shadows around her legs. In fact, she wouldn't be surprised if she was somehow the cause of the poor creature's demise. Death had a way of always being nearby. Some would think she mad but she knew otherwise. She could sense it. The corpse did bring some peace, at least. The annoying bird that always perched on some area of her body took off in the direction of the carcass, no doubt hoping to score a few bites. If she were lucky, perhaps one of the other scavengers would make a meal out of it. Then again, when has luck ever been on her side? If she were honest, she'd miss the little bugger. He was the only one that stayed with her for any length of time. Even her sisters didn't seem too keen on her. Was she really that unapproachable? They'll regret it once Death finds her. She needed to get moving again. Without thinking, she took off towards the area she was sure the corpse was in, instinctively following her raven companion. She was oblivious of the company in the area. She barely paid much mind to her surroundings as she rarely stayed in one place for more than a few minutes.
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Posted: Tue May 19, 2009 8:11 pm
The twitch of the ear at the sound of hoof beats, Beelzebub turned his head slightly, peering out from beneath the tangled mess of orange. Pharaoh let out a squawk of disgruntled annoyance, her target the strange avian. It was not family, not of the murder - her furry that another would approach her meal was evident in the bristling of her feathers, the briskness in which she took to wing after it. But the stallion's eyes were locked on another form, a beacon against the shade of the forest. A female? A healer ~
His brow rose, mind dancing its twisted little rhythm. Did he not just say to his feathered friend patience would only lead to one's own gain? A flash of teeth, a wicked smile and glint in his glowing eyes, and he seemed to undergo a transformation. The strength of his form waned, the jutting bones suddenly more prominent, the grime more dominant, the debris and tresses heavier - and yet, nothing actually changed about him. He was no weaker or corroded than moments before, but rather, the aura in which he held himself was altered. No longer did he support the confidence and silent mocking ways of norm, instead taking on a priceless persona of the downtrodden, the sickly, the walking dead.
Dragging steps brought him towards her, a hollow cough rattling around in his chest as he cleared his throat. "I wouldn't get too close," he called, voice raspy and raw. Again a cough, appearances of trying to reclaim a more socially appealing tone. "Those horrid creatures could turn to claw out your eyes if you're not careful."
Oh he knew Pharaoh was currently rolling her eyes at the use of the myth, but as he drew carefully near the other, he had little care or mind for the bird. Perhaps, instead, he'd found another means of entertainment, if only one to last a moment.
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