Descriptive Essay : ' Fucking Assholes '

1050 Words Jul 15th, 2016 null Page
“Jackals... Fucking assholes.” Usually, he has no problems with the jackals; they are the messengers of the desert, traveling territory-to-territory in turn for the carcasses scattered throughout. Food is scarce in the Western Desert, and they have made pacts with the Spectres in order to survive. Everyday jackals (those who have not been claimed as minions, who are mortal and wild), they mostly traverse the long distances the Harvesters loathe to cross, delivering messages and surveying the area for wanderers and easy targets Harvesters might want. Reapers rarely have use of flesh – their sustenance comes from siphoning a little energy from each soul they collect, or from feeding off of emotions - and it isn 't uncommon for a Spectre to hand off the bodies to eager scavengers. His main problem is that he connects with very few beings, and when he does, he usually does it in person, so on this one occasion that he would have liked for a jackal to run a message for him, but the jackals are not running far or often these days; they have all begun to have their offspring, so the jackals devote more of their time to their families than they do to the Reapers, understandably. He was lucky to have heard that one male jackal, who had some of the earliest pups, was running the furthest distances now that they were old enough to be helping with hunts and runs. The Spectre still has to travel to him though, so that the canine is not away from his den too long. He is a moderately old…

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