affame_le_geant_a_fall_of_birds fyn gula therefore the storm was the angry reaction of a jealous god. and proina's desire to "kill" saumboo...isn't that what boffden was doing little by little through the work of frau werzenwozen? well, it surely depends on your definition of the word kill. strange little word. what is death anyway? passing from one world to another? yes. but so much more. i realize proina needs further definition, for this monster is at the foundation of everything that is written here. first, we will discover the extent of its wrath... looking up into the bruised and battered sky, lightening words, "no other gods but me" flashing like a cryptic neon sign, the travelers sensed it was turning completely dark, void of the little illumination previously afforded. now added to their horror was the gut wrenching realization that this present darkness was not due to cloud formation, but something so unbelievable i dare write it. i can't, sorry. just teasing. filling the expanse, more than the eye could count, were all manner of winged kemulyan birds. saying there were a billion would be a gross understatement. ravens, crows, grackles, robins, cardinals, blue jays, swallows, sparrows, swifts, mourning doves, piegons, and nearly all of them dead, or in the tragic process of dying. they blew in on the turbulence of proina's demented breath and were roughly tossed about like autumn leaves, swirling cartwheels and summersaulting in a grotesque dance of the macabre, crashing into each other, breaking their delicate necks. wings were violently yanked and twisted at unnatural angles, thin legs snapping like fragile sticks, final desperate cries escaping as last gasps of life. their full weight made them as heavy as field stones and they dropped with amazing velocity, their broken bodies striking trees, the wooden cart, and the ground with sickening thuds. they also landed inside the cart, smacking the human flowers with their full force, doing considerable damage. daisies destroyed, the venus fly trap history. they were not quick enough to move under the leather tarp. it all just happened so fucking fast. saumboo felt a gash against his cheek. he didn't know it but a large raven's beak had sliced a three inch wound across it. the dandelion yanked him under the tarp. saumboo was terrified, feeling the blood running down his face. fortunately a sparrow only grazed puppertwinkle's behind before he jumped into frau werzenwozen's arms. the poor tulip, caught by four falling piegons as she attempted to bounce to safety on her springy bulb was smashed into several pieces. 020525 what's it to you? who go blather from