The sun glinted and shimmered, clearly reflecting off something in the grass. Intrigued, Karoth’ka held his breath and strained his hearing, picking up the aggravated chitter of some woodland creature and the bizarrely tinny and distorted high-pitched screams of what could only be fairies…
Digging his claws deep into the bark of the tree, Karoth’ka’s tail uncoiled from the branch as he slinked from his perch, moving with an unholy grace and fluidity as he effortlessly weaved his way to greater heights, eventually stopping some 10ft further up the great oak. From this vantage point he could see the source of this noise, and the little imps face split into a hideous grin as his supernatural eyes picked out the scene on the other side of the clearing:
A particularly mangy and ragged squirrel was trying to get to two cowering faeries within a large partially-buried glass bottle, the stupid creature bleeding freely from a series of cuts on its back and midriff. Even at this distance the imp could make out the frenzied series of scratch and bite marks that completely covered the body of the bottle as the squirrel had desperately tried to find a weakness in the infuriatingly transparent barrier that separated him from his prey. The neck of the bottle had been smashed, probably when it had been discarded by some drunken teenager in years gone by, and although the faeries had been small enough to pass through the jagged hole, the blood and small chunks of fur revealed that the squirrel could not. Karoth’ka continued to watch with cruel fascination as the lust-crazed rodent continued to push, gnaw and strike at the glass prison, mindlessly running from one side to the other as the two figures within tried to maximize the distance between themselves and the demented creature. Despite his best efforts, the little imp could not make out the faeries in detail, the shine and shimmer of the bottle obscuring his vision, but as his loins continued to ache for release, he was sure that they would be able to fulfil his needs…
Karoth’ka let out a dark hissing cackle as he edged out further onto the branch, it always brought him joy to see the stupid struggle…and the simpler the problem the better! He wondered how long this sorry scene had been playing out…minutes…hours….days!? But as Karoth’ka continued to watch, his previous glee at the squirrels ineptitude slowly soured to disgust as the hilarity of the situation began to wear thin…the repetitive unlearning actions of the pathetic predator becoming tiresome and sad. Stretching wide his rested wings, Karoth’ka made some quick mental calculations before launching himself outwards, drifting towards the glass bottle and the two faeries who would soon find themselves the victims of a true predator. As the little demon reached his destination he banked to the left, and began circling the scene below him like a hungry vulture, enjoying the chance to plan his next move…
The question is…what is to become of the ragged squirrel?
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