Cold (Section V)

She began to smell and taste the hint of blood in her nostrils and at the back of her throat - sure signs that she'd taxed her lungs to their breaking point. The damage was inconsequential; all that mattered was that she protect the last of her offspring - her son. He was everything to her; the last bit of warmth in the entire world as he lay curled up within the protective shell of his egg - unknowing of what the strange light had done to the sky and everything beneath it. As the copperish taste came to the edges of her senses, warning her of the damage she was consciously allowing to befall her body, the first of the nest thieves at last clawed its way to the top of the nest, hooting and warbling weakly in its perceived victory as it flapped its pitifully small arms and craned its head down to gaze upon the succulent treasues held within the veritable mountain over which it had triuphed. Yet, in that instance, something took place for which it and the rest of its starving flock had not accounted. The unmoving thing beside the nest, the thing that had seemed robbed of life by the blanket of strange grey rain that covered it, came back to life!

In the blink of an eye she willed her body to move with blinding speed - conserving energy as she simply lunged forward to clamp her massive jaws around the lone marauder that had managed to reach the summit of her nest. Bands of thick, dark blood streaked out across the grey and white ground in spattered lines as her killing jaws broke the nest theif's body like a writhing collection of dry twigs. There was no struggle. There was only the definitive moment of another life ending within the cold - a terrible sense that something irreplacable had been irrevocably and forever removed from the world. Yet, she was oblivious to this higher notion of sentiment. There was only the will to defend what was hers mingled with the taste of fresh blood - the blood of things she knew only as prey and the killers of unborn children.

Screeching and gibbering as the shock of the horrid event momentarily turned their blood to ice and forced them to freeze, the other nest thieves could only stare in abject horror as the bisected remains of their leader were thrown to the ground before them with the sickening, wet crunch of ruined tissue, punctured organs and shattered bone. However, their large, fear-widened eyes soon darted upward to look upon the thing that had stolen one of their flock - the thing they'd wrongfully guessed as dead. She could see that her moment to act in full had at last come. Her prey stood motionless - transfixed in the lazily-falling sheets of grey and black rain. She doubted her chances of claiming them all, but she knew this day wouldn't come to a close with a full flock of nest thieves departing her territory. An example was needed - one as terrible as those she once made when her body was still flush with health. Thus, willing a portion of the precious little strength still held within her body to power the weakening muscles in her legs, she pushed herself up slowly from the tortured ground...and rose...

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