I posit that our mayor would make a sorry scavenger: too proud to pick over any scraps; too occupied with plaguing her fellow foragers to secure choice meat.
Perhaps she’s something outside the ecosystem altogether. An onlooker dipping in to snatch whatever resources she cares for. Blundering amongst suspiciously phallic trees and enacting slaughter without care for necessity or discretion in her acts.
She takes would-be prey in beings better left untouched. She attempts to bend what’s stainless into carriage of her haphazard will.
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Perhaps she’s something outside the ecosystem altogether. An onlooker dipping in to snatch whatever resources she cares for. Blundering amongst suspiciously phallic trees and enacting slaughter without care for necessity or discretion in her acts.
She takes would-be prey in beings better left untouched. She attempts to bend what’s stainless into carriage of her haphazard will.
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She erred gravely in approaching you.
I’ll ruin her if she dares to try again.