His morning had been relatively quiet, until he'd heard the rustle of feathers and the soft sounds of death. The rings of the tree stump he'd been reading were forgotten as he went in search of the sounds, moving through the heavy shrubbery with practiced ease, tea-red eyes searching, searching...
Alas, there it was. Pristine white feathers were fringed with mud, the deep red of blood a stark contrast to the paleness of the songbird. Poor little thing, left to die after something hadn't had the mercy of finishing it off. He watched it struggle, gaze passive and expression stoic as the hum of cicadas and the buzz of dragonflies became this little birds funeral song.
The little chest filled and deflated frantically with air, and Boneheap briefly wondered if whatever had felled the little creature was still lurking around, watching and waiting just as he was. For all he knew, it could of been the doing of Misery- his temperamental and moody Ramcat. All movement ceased, and finally it seemed the little creature was at peace, and it passed not a moment later. Now Boneheap had found himself with quite the little treasure- a beautiful bird full of lovely little bones.
Carefully and with patience he began to extract the little creature from the mud, being as gentle as possible. If anything should break, it would be quite the disappointment.
Alas, there it was. Pristine white feathers were fringed with mud, the deep red of blood a stark contrast to the paleness of the songbird. Poor little thing, left to die after something hadn't had the mercy of finishing it off. He watched it struggle, gaze passive and expression stoic as the hum of cicadas and the buzz of dragonflies became this little birds funeral song.
The little chest filled and deflated frantically with air, and Boneheap briefly wondered if whatever had felled the little creature was still lurking around, watching and waiting just as he was. For all he knew, it could of been the doing of Misery- his temperamental and moody Ramcat. All movement ceased, and finally it seemed the little creature was at peace, and it passed not a moment later. Now Boneheap had found himself with quite the little treasure- a beautiful bird full of lovely little bones.
Carefully and with patience he began to extract the little creature from the mud, being as gentle as possible. If anything should break, it would be quite the disappointment.
