Guru Zhatura (chasing_tail) wrote in chaosunraveled, @ 2009-06-21 23:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | banru, finished thread, rating: pg-13, setting: deadwood, tailypo |
In A Year Of Judges
Who: Tailypo and Banru
When: The evening following second barn attack
Where: The Deadwood
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Snack time for Tailypo
Summary: An obsession that can never be quenched: a smug Tailypo takes the forests in creature form, hellbent on a good hunt. Banru himself is drawn to the forest for some time away and the two encounter each other over dinner.
Tailypo was a proud, ancient beast, that, while straightforward in nature, seemed to be a rather perplexing creature for those who came to know it. It was baffling, one would suppose, that a being would be bent on one thought and one thought alone. For Tailypo, the only thing that baffled it - or him, if you were to prefer - was that others couldn't grasp this concept.
And so they would remain - disgusted, shocked, enraged, maybe even afraid - by what ends he would reach to have what he wanted. And when he wanted something, very little would keep him from his prize.
Such had been the way with the horses. People had asked why? in regards to his choice of prey, but he often found himself asking why not?. They were animals locked in confinement with no means of escape, no hope for protecting themselves. They were bait to him - a temptation he would be foolish to ignore. And with the loss of his own precious tail - one that had been taken from him by a mere man - he lived a life of constant bereavement and mourning. He was a predictable beast when one knew his motives. And he was sure someone would if only they took the time to try and understand. But that was a hope far too great for idiot mortals.
Chewing the blood-soaked flesh of a felled deer, the Tailypo sank its teeth into the moist thigh of the dead animal, dragging its lifeless and nearly beheaded corpse into the Deadwood, where he most enjoyed his feasts. There he transformed into his humanoid form - a man in his early 50's dressed in nothing but cloaks of animal skins, his pale blue eyes dry as settling dust on a cloudy day. He tore into the deer with his bare hands, yanking the leg clean off, the bone cracking and tearing as he pulled mercilessly. Once he had a clear view of the deer's intestines, he leaned in, face smothered in its vital organs as he began to devour all but the bones.