#ba dump baaaaa

[gorgeousgreymatter-x]

i have been getting into birds as one does in their 30s. the most frequent visitor of my bird feeders has been a handsome little red winged blackbird who loves to scream at me when the feeder is empty. But I didn't know they were polygynous until I saw little homie with his 10 birdwives chilling in my cedar tree.

don't mind me just propping up a backyard bird polycule

[kitxkatrp]

He could feel sand on his face. Smell the scent of iron. It was a familiar scene--one he'd dreamed of many times. And as always, it didn't cease to feel completely and utterly real.

The blood was starting to seep into the sand underneath him. He could taste it on his tongue. Dull eyes stared up at the sun, which was burning down on him.

But he couldn't see the sun anymore. Everything had faded into a blackness. Soon, he couldn't feel the sand beneath him anymore, the burning heat on his skin, nor the wetness of blood.

The whirring wind across the dunes faded next. He found himself aware of his heartbeat as it slowed.

Ba dump.

Inwardly he was screaming and begging.

Ba.....dump.

No please.

........Baaaaa......dump.

He was falling into nothing---

And he snapped awake with a sharp gasp, body arching off the bed. It felt like his heart had been slammed back into his chest.

Badump, badump, badump--

A shaking eye stared up at his ceiling, face covered in sweat, hands trembling as he quickly brought them to his face.

No blood.

He hadn't even been aware he'd screamed, nor had he remembered that Bakura was beside him.