04-03-2022, 09:00 PM
There was a strange theme within the Ostrega's, a trait that seemed to never pass a generation. Someone, one way or another, always collected bones. Many held unknown reasoning, even for Ara. She simply liked the idea of it coming together, like a hill top to show what she had gained through her hunts, and especially thought the skulls were rather interesting to see. Unfortunately she didn't have the most delicate of paws, and often her collection were full of broken ones. A few adults, were nice enough to give her some.
Eventually she moved the pile away from the home den and started to shuffle them under an open tree. But it was clear they were hers, and anyone knew that. None of her siblings yet to particular mess with it.. At least she doesn't hope so. At the moment within her maw was but a rabbit's skull, and yet the jaw went missing somewhere on the hills below, and a good chunk of the teeth were gone. Obvious knicks and cracks that were there..
But it was her skull, as she pushed it into the whole. Full of skulls and random bones, was nothing but a hoarding pile.
Eventually she moved the pile away from the home den and started to shuffle them under an open tree. But it was clear they were hers, and anyone knew that. None of her siblings yet to particular mess with it.. At least she doesn't hope so. At the moment within her maw was but a rabbit's skull, and yet the jaw went missing somewhere on the hills below, and a good chunk of the teeth were gone. Obvious knicks and cracks that were there..
But it was her skull, as she pushed it into the whole. Full of skulls and random bones, was nothing but a hoarding pile.
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