White Noise
anger had built up in Noise for some time and he wanted something to take it out on. Somehow he found himself in the ranch main barn hidding in some bushes at the entrance the onyx hunter waited his yellow tinted gems burning with bottled up fury
merequi
y ou can't beat perfectio n
Merequi. What a muddled mass of confusion. I see you've worked up the guts to abandon that, err, family . . . of yours. Maybe you could make a friend of that not-so-nice looking chap over yonder. Wait a moment. Oh bother. I've lost a Merequi and stumbled upon a grumpy chief by the looks of it. Where WAS that girl? Oh, I see her now, moping and seething in silence as she goes. Completely unawares of this potential danger. Tut tut. Dear, you might want to pay attention to what I have to say! *no reply* Oh I see how it is. Fine. Two can play. Don't come crying to me when you get a boo-boo.
Idleness, indolence, sloth, apathy, languor, goldbricking. Whatever you call it, it still only meant one thing. Laziness. They told her to quit lazing around, but that's because they couldn't do anything for themselves. If they wanted to start calling each other on their ineptitudes, they should start a little closer to home. Mer just simply was conserving energy. As much as she would have liked to flaunt it, she could not take down an animal that would provide a full meal on her own. And her 'pack' wasn't, as it seemed, going to get off their loafing asses any time soon. Merequi took the initiative and left, with no intention of returning. She was quite sure of herself, going out on her own. It was certainly better that she expected. But she had yet to run into any real speed bumps along the way.
Im sorry, but I feel I must intrude . . .
Mer was set to ignore It's ceaseless and irksome nagging, and she did. One did not survive if they were mentally insane! She knew that much. And she also knew she was going to dig herself out of the hole that was her paranoia.
And so she wound up tracking a scent that came off the south wind. Chicken. Not the wild, scrawny, stringy, DRY wild fowl, but the over fed, portly domesticated chickens. Now Merequi was no idiot. In fact far from it. She knew the dangers, but what fun was life with out risk?
Mer's sensitive wind tunnels filtered out the scents, declaring the area clear. Not clear of all animals, but certainly free of those infernal collies and the blood traitors who dared to call themselves wolves. She slinked, well no, strutted actually up to the chicken coop. Had she known there was another presence, she may not have gone in as she did. But Merequi wasn't THAT amazing, despite contrary belief.
It took naught but an ounce of effort for the cold and rusted wire was easily disconnected from the ground. The lethargic chickens, nested cozily in their coop stirred, but did not bother to uproot from their warm slumbers. Partially disappointed, Merequi took matters into her own paws. With a childish smirk, the sphinx slipped her tiny, lithe form into the coop. All hell broke loose in the form of flying feathers, squawks, and a thoroughly pleased chuckle from Merequi. Within thirty seconds of her grand entrance, she'd snapped two of the fowl's necks and was slipping out with them between her jaws. A couple of maniacal hens sputtered out behind her, clucking furiously, out of their mind with panic. The two dead chicken dropped from her jowls and she snatched at the nearest panic-stricken hen. Three down, two to go. But Mer was feeling merciful and left the other two to sort themselves out. She retrieved her first intended two meals and slipped out between the cold ground and the rusting chicken wire fence.
Drank up all my alcohol
Till my heart is black and blue
Heaven is on the way
You could feel the hate
But I guess you never will
I'm on a roll again
And I want an end
Cause I feel you creeping in