5b: Tsinta Owlbears

Dark water-blue sky
Island chain like air bubbles
A green oasis

we are still a very young bird young dragon young goddess we have barely learned to fly barely learned to hunt we must still learn together and grow but we have a plan we have a quest we have a holy mission

Painted wood bright sails
Ship cuts through lonely dark space
Our precious home-egg

parts of us are still ugly reeking unnatural unkempt filth they must be subsumed replaced altered to fit in with the natural order and scheme of things but replaced slowly so it feels like growth not death

Soft silent wingspans
Drifting hungrily through space
We face owlbears

we are the apex predator the spider in the web slow patient cunning planning we set a trap to snare the foolish the unwary the nonsapient we have the brains the cunning to weave webs with our minds our gods our tools throughout the vast eternities of space and time

Predator becomes prey
Red blood splashed on pine planking
A bold life shattered

too much twisted thought too much scheming too much planning not enough being not enough living in the moment living in this natural moment as one must or one is doomed to an eternity of suffering

Flayed flesh scattered bones
Knowledge goddess sacrifice
Callous blood-eagle

one after the other after the other we kill we consume we move on to the next we devour the apex predator we are the top of the food chain we own it we control it is that right we don't know we don't care it happens it is for we are patient cunning combined with raw fury it is unescapable unstoppable all the best of us combine to slowly one after the other pick this fearsome thing eat them as though they were berries on a vine

Shattered carcasses
Left in our wake like footprints
Blood misting in space

we are the only monsters here everything else is just an animal but we we are the things that the gods fear we are the things with cunning of forethought who could twist the universe to our will nothing else has any chance we are the true predators nothing else comes close

Dark water-blue sky
Island chain like air bubbles
Verdant dead stillness

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