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Book of Bird - Dwindling prospects
🕑 Added 2025-09-17 14:28:37 +0000 UTCAnother image to whet your appetite, as well as the fabulous writing to go along with it by Sofia at ZakuraTech.
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Growling under his breath, Wile E. Coyote, a suberb hunter and somewhat hungry professional squinted at the bubbling flask infront of him. The vivid purple solution splashed around in the little glass sphere, lit by a bunsen burner. His reflection sparkled with the glitter-gleam of sand that had been beaten into his fur by an aerodynamic disaster earlier in the day which he was constructively choosing not to brood too heavily upon.
Instead he carefully tilted a graduated cylinder full of caustic fluid into the side arm of the flask – leaning his face way from it as a cacophony of fizzle-sizzle smoke belched out of the sidearm. He gave the cylinder a few tink-tinks to be sure of quantitative transfer than clapped a stopper on the flask and shook the closed sphere in both palms. With each twist of his wrist the exilir bubbled and hissed and shook in his grasp; changing colors through the whole spectrum of the rainbow before settling on a venomous, neon green tone.
The thrum-THOOM of something immense approaching his little laboratory cave caused the assembled glassware to shiver-shudder in place with like sonorous quivering. Checking his wrist the coyote affirmed; everything proceeding on schedule. He permitted a sinister grin to ooze across his chops as he raced back to the table to collect his special order ACME ™ nebulizing water pistol and poured the steaming concoction directly into the resevior with relish before racing out the mouth of the cave to confront his quarry.
As expected the immense avian had been lured right into his flawless trap! Through careful cartography and pouring over farmers almanacs the coyote had found the location with the stillest air in the entire desert expanse. It was here he would use a shrinking exilir – formulated from his supreme talents with chemistry to surround the bird with inescapable vapor and then snatch the beast for a feast later when he could be resized responsibly.
Even better the location he had found was so far off the throughfare that the bird was sure to be exhausted by the time it arrived. Incapable of fleeing a skilled hunter such as he; prey to his mighty intellect! Rubbing his paws together the coyote crept down the cliffside.
Peering around a rocky out cropping, the coyote spied the roadrunner. His frame stooped over a few piles of bird seed arranged just so. The birds towering bulk dominated the desolate space; – glistening in the unflinching sun with beads of sweat pouring down his succulent frame. A tank top that was equal parts moisture and texture clung to a six-pack chest while those juicy biceps held aloft a few bags of bird seed. Dropping down into that cavernous beak like complimentary candies. In the still air, the flavorful notes of the roadrunners scent poured like incense. Chicken-tones with desert flower-incense musk. Tangy and smothering. The coyote’s gaze dragged across the muscular thighs of the bird which pulled taut the pair of shorts around his shapely drumsticks and –
Ahem.
He would appreciate the birds anatomy better on the butchers table.
Still, Wile permitted himself to a canid lick across his chops ravenously as he crept closer.
and closer.
And cloooooser.
And cl- C R A C K !
The roadrunner froze. Wile froze. He looked down at a dessicated branch; cleft in twain by his distracted nattentive stride. The timber snitch had sounded off in the still air and by the time Wile looked up he was greeted with a great big golden beak and two titanic eyes riiiiight infront of him.
“MEEP?”
Yowling in surprise Wile brought the nebulizer to bear and squeezed a few pumps of the trigger. Immediately a caustic, vile, green haze emerged from the nozzle directly at bird. His jaw splintered into a manical grin as he he watched the vapor spread out and… then hang there. Impassively floating between them.
Comments
MoonlitLycan
Goddamn, some utterly massive sweaty bird action? Envious of Wile E here for sure 💜 Love how cute you made him and love the fit he has on too!
Hashtag
If he can’t eat he should at least get to have a lick…
