New friend

Cream and onyx blend, the vulture raises its head. musky and sour the corpse lies, its cracked skin and bloated gut. Shiny baubles he brings for you, a glowing candle, the orange and red  ripening blisters on its head. Sitting in the sun the corpse turns over and growls. It’s festered hand and lilac colored tongue, reaching, clawing at the bird, hoping to taste is feathered skin. Within its grasp it tries to devour, the thing has gained more power.

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