the bird is the word [Los Paséridos]

birdistheword

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Alfonnz sulked around the quartz forest in solitude, seeking to fulfill his vows to the GodKing by devouring all in his path. He had become a walking slaughterhouse, capable of inflicting carnage on a magnitude most men have never come to witness. The stuff of nightmares--the things that nobody really wants to know--this was his walk of life. And yet he could think consciously--he had a mind gifted by the GodKing to be wise--so under it all he felt his humanity. It was necessary to live the brutal life--it was survival of the fittest--but he didn't inherently resent every creature that stalked the alabaster tundra.



He merely sought to gain the favor of his GodKing, but he didn't serve him mindlessly. He hoped to live his life ruthlessly but with a sense of righteousness. Certain things were too atrocious for his tastes. He did not hunt man--for he was weak. He didn't offer a challenge, and the ease through which he claims their lives is atrocious. He stalks the beasts who call themselves hunters in these ebony forests and ivory dunes, culling the meek who don't deserve life. But he was so lonely.



So very lonely.



He wasn't one to communicate verbally, so he was at a loss when it came to exchanging words. Instead physical contact was necessary--but this provoked distrust among all Hollow. And so it was that he couldn't befriend anyone, because nobody trusted him. He needed something that would give him trust, a companion to call 'friend'.