Just wanted to put this up front.

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[two angelic, female monsters discuss Nigel's fate]



**: He's pretty small. Do you think he's malnurtured?

*: Perhaps. But he is very young.

**: You first?

*: I can wait. He will still be delicious regardless.

**: Then...?

*: Yes, you may toy.

**: Oh yeah!

*: But refrain from extinguishing his life, won't you?

**: Aww, why?!

*: Haste leads to waste.

**: Oh?

*: He is rather young. But allow him Heaven first. He is still very tender...

**: That's stupid!

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[narration conveying Chanda's encounter with the sultry angels]



Chanda: So how long has it been?

*: Remain where you stand.

**: What does it matter to you?!

Chanda: His heart is yours, that much is certain.

**: Go away!

*: Do you come to wrench it back to you?

Chanda: *she approaches*

**: BACK!

*: *to her friend* Hold.

**: But she~

*: SILENCE!



[narration conveying the nature of Chanda's approach]



*: What laughable reasoning brings you to me?

Chanda: Worry not, mother.

*: "MOTHER???" Are you delusional?!

Chanda: You have seen many broken, many of whom had emerged from betwixt your thighs.

**: Tch, tart!

Chanda: Do you still love them?

*: You test me...

Chanda: Your train is not very complex. You still hold ties to them.

*: Intruder!!!

Chanda: Stay your hand. I only wish to appraise.

**: KILL HER!!!

*: You are a bold one.

Chanda: Malconcieved *she addressed* your heart is steady. I do not doubt your power; quite the opposite, I assure you.

*: What do you want from me?

Chanda: It is...mesmerizing...to imagine how many males had given themselves for you. Were none among them as loving as to comfort you during your time?

*: ...

Chanda: You are a goddess in your own right. He sleeps soundly beneath your majesty, and cannot even fear for his safety.

*: What of the catch?

Chanda: To think that I stand before a one well in her power.

**: Flattery will serve you not!

Chanda: It is apparent that you consider us, or I would not be capable of speech this moment.

*: You are humorous.

Chanda: Does a goddess desire? Or do you truly think nothing of we who were born of The Father's love?

*: Why do you give way to these delusions?

Chanda: If my Lady would allow me...

*: ...

Chanda: Would she fancy the caress of paw and muzzle?

*: ...

Chanda: Would the flitting of tongue along her cunny not satiate her inmost being?

*: *she is taken aback* Come to me...





The context below was added on 11-7-11






[narration conveying imagery of the flair of the second angel's hostility, and Chanda's approach towards the first angel]



Chanda: How you view us is no mystery. But do you believe that we view your kind in the same way?

*: A jester AND a hypocrite?

Chanda: I am but one who worships she who has concieved the many of you, The Birth Mother...

**: Don't you DARE speak of her!!!

*: And what if anything would you claim to know about her?

Chanda: I only know what most mortals know.

**: Which isn't much, ha!

Chanda: However, the throes of time have mingled our kind since the beginning.

*: And what of it?

Chanda: ...It is almost absurd to assume that any of us are merely mortal or angelic.

*: ...

Chanda: But over the years, you and your kind have developed the mortals' ways of thinking, have you not?

**: We'll NEVER be as lowly as your kind!

*: I said be SILENT!

**: But she's only trying to tri~



[narration conveying how the first angel pins the second, pressing her down into submission after a short scuffle. Narration conveying how she keeps a wild gaze upon Chanda as she holds the secondangel down, bearing her fangs and drooling, her very way of speaking turning for the worse]



*: WHAT...does it know of usss?! WHAT CAN IT UNDERSTAND?!

Chanda: So you are trying then...



[narration conveying how the first angel lowers its head down towards the second, treating it horribly]



**: AGHCK, you're HURTING me!!!

*: *she breathes horridly* ...It is not often that we recieve offerings from your kind, though in places I have seen the old practices put into use. The way they would love us...

Chanda: Do share, mother.

*: ...In times bereft of dignity's hold...

Chanda: ...to you would come the men of old.

*: The aged, the young, each heart so willing...

Chanda: ...not one a waste, so fresh for killing.

*: From distant lands, and holes abundant...

Chanda: ...your flesh of soil, all men redundant.

*: A mother's son, a father's daughter...

Chanda: ...they come for you, their faith to slaughter.

*: A female ripe, a male for a tool...

Chanda: ...whose strength is not, his works are but null.

*: Persistent wretch, meiotic in grace...

Chanda: ...who wails for God, but knows not his place.

*: We come for you, Heaven's begotten.

Chanda: Your heart is plain, your hopes forgotten.

*: Petulant child, whose soul deigns of law...

Chanda: ...strive not for blood, your life for my craw.

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[after Chanda kills the two brokens]



[narration conveying Chanda's actions done just after the battle, and her eventual attention paid to Nigel while in her monstrous form]



Chanda: *she sighs deeply* So small...



[narration conveying how she laps Nigel up into her mouth and suckles upon him, cleaning him in the process, eventually releasing him]

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Notation(s)


- The context that was added on 11-7-11 was written several weeks ago from the date of this update, and even farther back from the date of this post.

- The words between Chanda and the broken angel are the ORIGINAL place where I first developed my poem called "Your Life For My Craw" - http://www.furaffinity.net/view/6755283/ The idea just felt beautiful to me, so I wrote it out seperate from this story, and from a first-person perspective.