death by a thousand cuts | will v nakom day 6

There was blood on your tongue, her blood. It rushed through you, sending you into a frenzy. Last night one of the human creators had visited you with a treat. Foliage and dirt soaked with your preys blood. You had swarmed onto the tainted soil, tasting her, breathing her, craving her. This morning, when they had unlocked your cage, you had not hesitated, together as one unit, you had rushed from your confine, racing through the forest to find her. You wanted- no, you needed more.

It hadn't taken you long to find her, it was almost as though she had been waiting for you. The sound of your wings become more frantic as she nears. She looks at you with a look of pure hatred and it fuels your desire to tear into her flesh. You welcome her challenge as she steps into you, blade raised against your razor sharp wings. Your move around her blade, morphing into it as it breaks your formation for the briefest moment.

Surrounding her, you in-prison her, growling with joy and excitement and anticipation.

You were going to rip her to pieces and feast on her blood. The thought alone sends you into a wild frenzy.

Her metallic claw slices through you once again and you watch as your brothers and sisters fall, broken and twisted and dismembered. Pain and despair crashes through you as your wings stretch out to their full span. Brothers and sisters who had been by your side from the moment that you were created were being trampled by the big feet of your prey. Despair turns to rage and that rage fuels your unit as you feed off each others emotions.

There was one clear mission: kill.

Something like an echoing growl ripples through the swarm as you close in around the girl. wings hardener you give the command to attack.

Two more thin lines are drawn into her skin, blood seeping from the corners. But it not nearly enough to take her down. She bares her blunted teeth at you speaking in a language that you cannot understand. You watch her closely, so closely that you could see the vein in her neck pulsing in time with the rapid beating of her heart.

All it would take to destroy her would be a one well placed attack. Shredding the artery in her neck would have her crumbling to the ground, blood leaking through dirt stained fingers as she desperately tried to stop the bleeding.

But it wouldn't matter how desperately she clawed at her neck, because it would never be enough. Her blood would soak the earth, it would fill our bellies. And best of all, she would be dead.

The excitement and anticipation was enough to look past the brothers and sisters that fall with her next strike, because they died so that the rest of us could live. 

Blood begins to flow heavier, turning the ground beneath her feet into mud. You could feel with each strike, each cut, that her strength was beginning to slip, that her heart was beginning to slow. You had felt it beating through your wings from the moment you had spotted her, but now as you watch her begin to fade it felt weaker, like it was preparing to give up, to surrender.

She spits more words at you and your brothers and sisters, words laced what- a challenge? You couldn't quite tell. You could sense a challenge behind them, but there was also something else that you were unable to decipher.

Not that that was what mattered in this moment.

What mattered was feeling the beating of her heart stop, permanently.