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Osiris stalked through the darkness, his head held high, his stomach bulging. He had just gorged himself upon the most pitiful excuse for a full grown griffin he had ever seen. Osiris had noticed the little mini-griffins running around, and they're high pitched squeaks annoyed him to no end. It's not his fault they were delicious and particularly satisfying to crush. It amused him to no end that when he cut their heads off just right, their body's kept on running around for minutes after the decapitation. He smiled broadly at the thought, and could almost imagine the little pained squeaking... He paused and frowned angrily, he actually did hear squeaking. Osiris snarled, he hated it when stupid little animals disturbed his thoughts. Walking forward into the clearing of a small valley, Osiris hid in the shadows of a great cliff, motioning his minion, Seth, to fall back and be quiet. The spindelgora, used to this sort of treatment, did as he was told with little to no resistance.









There they were, a pair of foxes, tussling over a scrawny piece of meat. His smiled turned into a jubilant smirk, and with the great speed and agility, he swooped over the two of them like a great hulking shadow. They froze at the sight of him, like a pair of dear in headlights, and sneered through his glinting teeth, "Hello loud little creatures, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Osiris, after the god of death. I hate little squeakers like you... and... do you want to know what I do with little squeakers...?" The foxes shivered slightly, their fear keeping them glued in their places. Osiris obviously took their silence as a yes and he laughed mirthlessly, "I squeeze them..." and with that he grasped one by the skull with his left hand while pressing the other into the ground with his right foot. "...I squeeze little squeakers, until they can squeak no more..." At this point the foxes began to panic, and squeaked even louder, but the sound just worked Osiris into an even great frenzy. He slowly crushed the head of the one in his hand, like breaking an egg, and watched as it gradually stopped twitching. And then he looked down at the one still struggling under his foot, and pressed it into the ground until he heard its head crack as well, and it emitted on last squeal before lying still.


Osiris was no longer hungry, he had already eaten earlier, so he looked over at Seth and threw him the fox still in his hand. "Dinner, my little slave... be grateful... tonight you feast..." He laughed again as Seth jumped forward, like the starved dog he was, and watched as the spindelgora stuffed his face with the small morsel and almost swallowed it whole. As Seth finished, the foolish plant beast sprang towards Osiris, thinking he would get the other fox as well. But Osiris snarled and raked his claws across Seth's face when he came closer and growled, "You insubordinate fool...! You really think you'd get both? When I am the one who made the kill? I will choose what happens to this tiny thing... and it definitely won't be eaten by you." He laughed again as Seth slinked off to tend to his newest wounds and looked down at the fox. "I wonder... what little squeakers look like on the inside..."

Osiris had just bent forward and had begun a careful dissection of fox had had crushed just moments ago when a voice issued from the air above him. With a surprised snarl, Osiris' head snapped up and he glared at the creature above him with venom and furry. He began to mumble to himself rather mutinously, just loud enough for the griffin to hear; but Osiris was not aware that he was speaking out loud, he was a bit cracked, so he would sometimes speak without knowing it, "Oh-ho, a little griffy'griff has come to watch dear Osiris' show! But I don't think he bought a ticket, oh no he didn't... Sneaky'sneaks are baaad, very bad. The griffy'griff is now a sneaky'sneak... I do not like sneaky'sneaks... What's this? The evil little sneaky'sneak has asked great Osiris a question?" He trailed off with his mumblings and looked down at the fox beneath him. It's blood was pooling around his claws, so shiny and pretty. He rubbed his face against it's quickly cooling body, covering his white markings with the red goop. Then, from deep within him, came a sort of clicking, purring sound, a sound that one would take for a sound of pleasure, if only the sight of him rolling around in gore weren't so revolting. Suddenly, as though the blood in his mouth had a calming agent, Osiris shook himself off and looked back up at the griffin.

He opened his mouth, but this time spoke in a voice much different than the obscenely insane one that had come out of his throat only moments prior. "Why, horrible afternoon fellow creature of the night... You enjoyed the show, didn't you, a blood thirsty griffy'griff like yourself. Yes, I could put on a bigger show... I have had the pleasure of ripping out the throats of giffy'griffs quite like yourself... but you do not annoy me, so why kill something so rare as a not-annoying griffy'griff? But small things are my spec'ial'ity... I like how little things can fight back, but only so much... and then you can hold them close and feel them slowly die in your claws... Like the mini-griffy'griffs I see running around everywhere lately; but I don't like the feathers... they aren't very yummy... unless burnt alive..." He laughed at this and ran his claws through the carrion under his feet, enjoying the ripping feeling he felt as his talons tore through muscles and bones with unearthly ease.