lord of the flies

[Frankie]

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name — frankie bday — unknown luperci — yes species — coyote gender — male contact — pm, plz. yeeey, temp. sie gets first dibs. <3          He moved in a most peculiar manner—something between a slither and a gimp that caused the tawny beast to stand out in stark contrast with the winter landscape. His breath billowed out before his narrow, scarred muzzle, exposing life within the veins of the beast that appeared more corpse than true flesh and blood. Sunken, glazed eyes—one filmed over in milky white—stared out from the skeletal face, seeming to need to blink less than the average beast and widened almost to frightening, immeasurable widths. He was a creep by observation if anything, limping along the plain toward the skull-laden posts that marked the border of a coyote clan. Nostrils flaring wide as a frightened horse, the creature circled one stake in particular, peering up and admiring the sun-bleached bone that silently regarded him with hollow sockets for eyes. Rearing up onto his hind legs, the creature seemed to reach skyward with gnarled paws, as though attempting to grasp the skull between his makeshift hands and admire the thing as one might a precious jewel.          Instead, he simply succeeded in knocking it to the ground with a dull thump. Hair bristling along his knobby spine, he scooped the thing toward his chest and lay across it like some sort of land-bird protecting its precious, exposed clutch of eggs. Tongue flitting between yellowed, broken teeth, the coyote shifted the skull to his side and engulfed it within the confines of his bottle-brush tail—a more difficult task than imagined as the appendage extending from his rear was lacking any sort of life or natural movement. His tail didn’t even match his sand-colored body, but was rather a dark shade of dulled, faded brownish-black. Hair falling from the bone, even this part of his body was anything short of beautiful. Rising into a seated position—skull carefully hidden away alongside his body and behind his tail, he grinned a mad, cheshire grin like a pleased cat pinning a helpless canary beneath its clawed, agile paws. He’d gained his prize, but what he intended to do with it was another thing entirely.

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