affame_le_geant_the_tongues_of_greed fyn gula securing the mandrill on the back of the paperhorse, like some park statue of giacometti, was throwing fresh meat to ravenous tigers. cayris's mob erupted into momentous applause and throaty roars, stiff arms lifted straight into the smoke of their passionate anger, fists clenched with the accomplishment of purpose. the bongo playing increased with fervor and the dancing became almost savage, revealing the bloodthirsty intentions for the prisoners who remained. cayris, well aware that his followers wanted proper justice served to those who dared interfere with the revolution of the self, checked the hemp rope that linked the bridle of the paperhorse to his ostrich-pulled cart. satisfied she would be pulled properly behind them when they departed, he stepped along the path of compacted snow towards the bonfire, moving his head to the frenzied beat of this soundtrack of destruction. his followers moved out of his way, like a flesh and blood door gate opening. they patted him on the back, shook his hand, gave him five, and shouted his name until it became another chant that eventually drowned out the rhythm of the music. he made his way like a king, like a swirling streak of life, a milky way in a black sky, and when he reached the dead body of couge, his ripped and bloodstained clothes blackened by the smoke of the fire, hands and feet nailed to a crude cross like a scarecrow from the underworld, he said something to the two attendants that held the cross upright which could not be heard in the uproar of his adulation. moments later, the attendants released the cross to cayris and he took couge by the waist. like an olympic weight-lifter, with one grunt of effort, he raised couge's lifeless body above his head for all of his followers to behold. the crowd resounded their thunderous approval. and then he threw dr. couge oktuber, upon the bonfire with a bright crash of sparks. the flames accepted him with gratitude, flaring up immediately, and licking the offering with the tongues of greed, much like those of "the insufferable hunger of the damned" themselves, now cheering with a malicious wickedness that would not be completely fulfilled until all of the offendors were tossed in. cayris turned to praayli. 030222 what's it to you? who go blather from