Post by Light on May 12, 2014 18:57:59 GMT -5
Nothing ever lasts forever...
A boat floated harmlessly on the river, turned over with anything that had been in it drifting down the current. The boat though was wedged between a couple of rocks, the feeble wood crushing against the pressure. A bear downstream batted a length of flesh between its paws as it slapped it out of the river, a trail of brilliant crimson flying through the air.
Sloppily, an arm minus its body slaps against the gravel of the stream bank and spreads what it had left in it on the shore. The bear, satisfied with its catch, clamors over to it and begins to make a meal out of it. The boat, long forgotten, creaks and groans tiredly... And all around, the forest was quiet. Underneath a bush, a fox had retrieved a hand. A wolf pack greedily devoured a pair of legs, the pups squawling for attention as their mothers fed themselves. All around, the forest was feasting upon a banquet of human flesh, and enjoying it.
Tilting to the side, the old boat finally snaps in half. Chunks of splinters fly into the air, and planks begin floating downstream. There was no more flesh to be divided out it seemed, but oh so silently, oh so carefully, a small bundle bobbed up and down the current.
Wrapped in silk and linens was child, two or three. A rough tuft of hair stuck out from the folds, the brown curly locks soaked with the bloody, cold water that ran through the river.
A boat floated harmlessly on the river, turned over with anything that had been in it drifting down the current. The boat though was wedged between a couple of rocks, the feeble wood crushing against the pressure. A bear downstream batted a length of flesh between its paws as it slapped it out of the river, a trail of brilliant crimson flying through the air.
Sloppily, an arm minus its body slaps against the gravel of the stream bank and spreads what it had left in it on the shore. The bear, satisfied with its catch, clamors over to it and begins to make a meal out of it. The boat, long forgotten, creaks and groans tiredly... And all around, the forest was quiet. Underneath a bush, a fox had retrieved a hand. A wolf pack greedily devoured a pair of legs, the pups squawling for attention as their mothers fed themselves. All around, the forest was feasting upon a banquet of human flesh, and enjoying it.
Tilting to the side, the old boat finally snaps in half. Chunks of splinters fly into the air, and planks begin floating downstream. There was no more flesh to be divided out it seemed, but oh so silently, oh so carefully, a small bundle bobbed up and down the current.
Wrapped in silk and linens was child, two or three. A rough tuft of hair stuck out from the folds, the brown curly locks soaked with the bloody, cold water that ran through the river.
