#Condor Plume

[iphonereacting]

#condor #plume #l3 #smart #prix #algeria #alger wilson

[fatehbaz]

Whales, like wolves, elephants, and beavers, are keystone species, animals who disproportionately shape ecosystems. While alive, their fecal plumes fertilize phytoplankton, the microscopic plants that oxygenate our atmosphere. In death, whales who settle on the ocean floor attract an astonishing necrobiome, the community of scavengers who feed upon the dead: hagfish, mussels, limpets, isopods, sleeper sharks, chemosynthetic bacteria. Some, like bone-eating Osedax worms, subsist exclusively on benthic carcasses. Whalefalls are oases in the abyssal wastes, as enticing to life as a Saharan watering hole. Not every dead whale, however, comes to rest in the depths.

Those whales who drift ashore -- buoyed by internal gasses, conveyed by currents -- support complex ecosystems of their own.

Vultures and seabirds peck at eyes and blowhole; sharks strip blubber in the surf. In Namibia’s coastal deserts, jackals and hyenas gnaw at dead seal pups, dolphins, and whales. When, in 2020, a minke whale -- nicknamed Godfried, for a beloved local author -- washed ashore on a Dutch islet, he was visited by 57 species of beetle, 21 of whom had never been seen on the island before. In Russia, scientists have documented 180 polar bears feasting on a single bowhead.

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Once, coastal necrophages could count on a steady supply of whale carcasses. (California’s famously huge grizzlies, now extinct, may have attained their gargantuan size by feeding upon the same marine mammals who supported condors.) Today, however, washed-up cetaceans are comparatively rare. In part, that’s because industrial whaling -- “the largest removal of biomass in world history,” per one researcher -- ravaged the leviathans. Blue whale populations have plummeted by up to 90 percent, and sperm whales endure at just one-third of their historic numbers. Scavengers can’t eat nonexistent animals.

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But the dearth of whales isn’t entirely responsible for the dearth of whale carcasses. We humans also tend to be overzealous morticians. Rather than letting stranded animals fulfill their ancient roles, we hastily dispose of their remains, depriving coastal ecosystems of nature’s greatest windfall. As one group of scientists put it in a recent review of cetacean carcass management, whaling and whale-removal have together “led to radical changes in the abundance and availability of large marine biomass inputs.” In other words: Our shorelines miss their whales and dolphins.

Lately, some researchers have begun to pay closer heed to the value of stranded whales, and to encourage coastal managers to let carcasses lie. Granted, not every beach is an appropriate resting place for a reeking, 50,000-pound corpse. When circumstances allow, however, permitting dead whales to decompose in situ may be preferable to disposal. [...]

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[E]very country, state, and municipality obeys slightly different protocols. Some whales are carted off to the landfill, incinerator, or rendering plant, where their oily fats may be extracted for soaps, pet foods, and biofuel. Some are towed to sea, weighed down with scrap metal, and sunk. Some are buried. Some are cleaned for museum display. In 1970, the Oregon Highway Department infamously dynamited a gray whale, flattening an Oldsmobile beneath a chunk of flying blubber [...]. Mostly, whales are removed for a prosaic reason: They stink. [...]

As a result, authorities seldom let carcasses lie. Some countries, like Belgium and France, actually require officials to usher dead cetaceans off to a waste-management facility. In the United States, Quaggiotto found that just 28 percent of cetacean carcasses remain in situ -- nearly all of these, surely, on remote beaches in wildlife refuges, national parks, and Alaska. In heavily developed Florida, Megan Stolen, a stranding investigator and scientist with the Blue World Research Institute, estimates that less than 5 percent of dead whales and dolphins get to stay put. [...]

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In May 2010, biologists in Alaska’s Glacier Bay National Park spotted a 41-foot-long female humpback carcass sprawled across a beach and, sensing opportunity, set out cameras to monitor her fate.

Over the next four months, brown bears and wolves feasted almost daily, inscribing networks of pawpaths onto forest and beach. The “blubber bonanza” became a site for ursine reproduction -- cameras caught a pair of bears mating -- and even innovation. In July, a researcher observed a young bear scrubbing his muzzle with a barnacle-encrusted rock, like a post-prandial diner dabbing himself with a napkin. [...] “That carcass seemed to be a beacon calling to these huge bears -- and, of course, they got huger and huger,” says Tania Lewis, wildlife biologist at Glacier Bay. “We can never underestimate the importance of the marine ecosystem for the terrestrial ecosystem.”

The Glacier Bay humpback was both a cornucopia and an anachronism, a glimpse of the resplendent necrobiome that predated industrial whaling, coastal development, and aseptic carcass management strategies. The feast lasted until early September, when park staff severed the whale’s head to perform a necropsy. Unmoored, the body lolled into the tide and drifted away; later, it would wash up down the beach, where wolves gnawed the bones. As the whale floated into the sunset, observers on the beach noticed a passenger: a seafaring brown bear, still trying to chisel off a few last morsels of blubber before the bounty bobbed away.

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Headline and text by: Ben Goldfarb. “Humans Are Overzealous Whale Morticians.” Nautilus. 10 August 2022.

[ionlymadethissoicouldleaveanask]

Dialogue Prompt

4 - John & Cobalt-Team (pick your straight-man)

13 - Kelly & Fred

From these prompts - please, anyone feel free to throw me some more!

4 - "Could you not be a show-off while we're trying to stay alive!"

(Set in the Silver timeline)

Cobalt Team were among the highest-performing Spartan teams. They had been hardened into a cohesive unit since they were six years old, and it showed. Ice water ran through their veins. They were efficient, they were precise, and they were deadly. Unfortunately, even the best of the best had bad days.

This was a bad day.

They'd been scouting ahead for an extraction detail - yet another in a long list of embarrassingly meaningless tasks ever since Silver Team had dropped the ball and made the entire SPARTAN program a liability in the eyes of the Powers That Be. For this particular mission, Silver Team was even sent along. No one knew why not one but two Spartan fireteams had been assigned babysitting duty, but then... they weren't the type to question orders. They'd leave that to John and his band of misfit toys.

Cobalt had just split off to check a new NAV marker when they came under fire. It took only a matter of seconds for the grizzled soldiers to realize that they were well and truly surrounded - and in deep trouble to boot.

"Elite, nine o'clock," Cobalt's leader, Val-015 called out stoically. He put a three-round burst into the towering alien's center-mass. Its shields flared brightly, then cracked. Yaz-112 put a single round from her DMR through the creature's skull, its dark blue innards spraying outward in a fine mist.

Val shifted his aim. "Cobalt Three, half a dozen jackals creeping up the right flank."

"I see them, I see them!" Karim-002 barked. He distracted the vaguely avian creatures with a few burst from his battle rifle before lobbing an M9 fragmentation grenade over top of their shields. A second and a half later, their angry squawks were silenced permanently.

Cobalt were good at what they did. Quick. Efficient. Deadly.

As Val consulted the dozens of incoming enemy contacts on his motion tracker, it suddenly dawned on him that it wouldn't be enough.

"Where's Silver when you need them?" Karim asked no on in particular as he knocked down a trio of Grunts with a few well-placed shots. "John's always around to act like he's the be-all end-all of hardcore soldiers, but when you actually need him? Something better always-"

Whatever Cobalt Three had been about to say was lost in the violent report of a Condor's chin-gun. The dense foliage around the fireteam erupted into shrapnel and neon-colored plumes of blood as the UNSC dropship rose seemingly from nowhere and began to burn down the encroaching enemies.

The carpet-fire was enough to give Cobalt a brief reprieve - and then the Condor was spinning around, its gangplank hanging open and waiting to receive them. Karim groaned audibly when he recognized John-117 standing on the lowered ramp, one arm outstretched heroically.

"Come on!" the Spartans' squad leader bellowed, firing an M6 into the woods.

Cobalt scrambled onto the Condor, both Val and Yaz allowing the Chief to help them aboard. Karim stiffly refused the other Spartan's help, opting to fling himself into the hovering dropship under his own power.

Once the troop bay was sealed tight and they were headed back to their carrier, John made his way to Karim's side.

"Are you injured, Spartan?" he asked, his voice surprisingly gentle for the man who had become so synonymous with warcraft that the UNSC had all but painted him as their mascot.

"I'm fine," Karim snapped. Then he sighed heavily, staring at his boots. Finally he lifted his eyes to glare at John's visor. "Just... could you not be a show-off while the rest of us are trying to survive?"

John stared at him in silence, the small twitch of his head the only indication that Karim's annoyed request had any effect on him. "Sorry," he finally said, his tone heavy-laden. "I'll try not to in the future."

From the cockpit, Vannak-134 and Riz-028 laughed loudly.

13 - "I would rather be kissing you right now."

The UNSC Infinity was the greatest warship the UNSC had ever constructed. She was sleek, she was fast, and she was just as powerful as the most impressive weaponry the Covenant had ever managed to bring to bear.

Not the least impressive attribute of the Infinity was her Spartan Deck. S-Deck, as it was known by the ship's crew, was stocked with enough Brokkr System machines and training materials to keep an entire company of Spartans happy... and Blue Team was certainly taking advantage of that.

Kelly-087 in particular was enjoying herself immensely. With the Infinity's 'War Games' simulator, the fastest of all Spartans had finally found herself a worthy challenger: a training relay that combined all of the thrill of a life-and-death combat scenario with all of the competitive triumph of being able to run simulations over and over again until her need for perfection was finally satisfied.

"This is incredible," Kelly said excitedly between rounds. Blue Team had just sent Fireteam Boxer to the showers, thoroughly humiliated with their poor showing against the veteran Spartans. Next up on the chopping block was Grindstone. She couldn't wait to rub the upstarts' faces in her own squad's superiority.

"I couldn't imagine a better way to spend our day," she continued, jabbering excitedly. "Teaching these kids how real Spartans operate, only to line them up and knock them back down the very next day."

Although Blue Team held immense respect for the Spartan-IVs, it was undeniable that they all got a very real sense of satisfaction from knocking down the younger generation down a few pegs from time to time. While John and Linda smirked and nodded their concurrence, Kelly noticed that Fred merely cocked his head to one side curiously, and said nothing.

Curious herself, the Spartan leaned closer to the man. "Something wrong?" she asked quietly enough that only he could hear, studying his expression. They were close - close enough for her to feel the heat radiating off his unhelmeted head and to count the flecks of blue pockmarking the green of his eyes. Close enough that she could smell his breath, still minty from his toothpaste, and could see each tick and shift in his familiar face.

Fred glanced over at her and grinned, dimples forming small valleys in his cheeks. "Not a thing, Rabbit," he said with a twinkle in his eye that he seemed to reserve only for her, in moments like these when no one else would notice. "I was just thinking that there's at least one thing I could be persuaded to do instead of this."

Kelly shot back a grin of her own, raising her eyebrows in surprise. "And what might that be, LT?" she prodded.

"Nothing too important," Fred answered, his smile slowly transitioning into a smirk. "But I'd rather be kissing you right now."

With that, the Spartan slid his helmet back into place. "Time's up," he called out, turning his back on Kelly and slinging an MA5D over his shoulder. "Grindstone's waiting for us to show them up yet again... I'd hate to disappoint."

Kelly watched him confidently march away, her jaw dropping open ever-so-slightly in shock. Then, mustering all of her will-power, she closed her mouth with a click of her teeth and resolved to focus on the upcoming simulation. It wouldn't do her any favors to waltz in unprepared. But, she promised herself, she was definitely going to take Fred up on that offer.

Sooner than later.

#halo #john 117 #val 015 #yaz 112 #karim 002 #linda 058 #kelly 087 #fred 104 #fred 104 x kelly 087 #halo fanfic #my writing #prompt game

[une-touille-en-vadrouille]

Hola la population ! Ça va nettement mieux après une bonne nuit de sommeil 👌Je vous présente donc Quito /o/

(oui, bon, c'est une ville, c'est moche). J'ai passé la journée à me balader dans la partie coloniale de la ville, qui est plutôt jolie pour le coup.

Au centre de la place principale, on trouve une grande sculpture qui célèbre l'indépendance de l'Equateur en 1822 : on peut voir un lion en train de mourir (l'Espagne, leurs colonisateurs), un condor en train de briser une chaîne d'esclave (c'est l'animal symbole du pays), et une espèce de statue de la liberté par dessus.

Plein de vieux bâtiments un peu partout (ça change de la Nouvelle Zélande), ils ont aussi plein d'églises, on sent qu'ils sont assez pratiquants ! (Ou qu'ils l'ont été)

Dans la grande basilique (où j'ai pris la photo du vitrail hier), recopiée sur celle de Bourges, il y a un petit détail assez marrant ... Toutes les gargouilles sont en forme d'animaux locaux !

Par exemple, là, vous avez un paon et un condor (et autres piafs non identifiés, il doit y avoir une harpie), mais j'ai aussi vu un tatou ou un caimán, c'est assez marrant !

Je suis aussi passée par le musée ethnologique des cultures amazoniennes. (Qu'est ce qu'elles étaient belles en vrai ces coiffes ...) En bas à gauche, l'espèce d'écharpe avec des pompons en plume, ce sont en fait des boucles d'oreille : on met le tissu sur la tête comme une coiffe, et c'est censé tomber pile poil sur les oreilles

Une des coutumes un peu ... Frappantes, est celle des rituels funéraires d'une des tribus. Ils mettent la personne décédée en position foetale dans la grande urne en bas à gauche (quitte à te casser un peu les bras ou jambes si tu es trop grand et que ça ne rentre pas ...), La referment, et la gardent au dessus de leur maison pendant un ou deux ans (parceque comme dit le guide "ça sent moins mauvais que dans la maison"). Ensuite, ils la redescendent, vont laver les os dans la rivière, les rangent dans l'espèce de tronc creusé à droite, et l'enterrent !

Pour idée, un condor, ça ressemble à ça ! Et c'est marrant les mâles ont les yeux jaunes et les femelles rose/rouge, ça fait assez bizarre. Dans le même style de grands oiseaux, ils utilisaient aussi la harpie en chien de garde : elle se mettait à hurler dès qu'une personne inconnue s'approchait du village !

Voilà, des bizoux depuis le soleil et le ciel bleu 🥰 Il fait juste la météo parfaite ...

[cranberryvishnu]

Cranberry - Twin Rocks... Ambush

I had a horrible altercation when I was hunting in the hills not far from Tumbleweed. I had just shot a wild pig and no sooner had I jumped down from my wagon there was a huge explosion.

The shockwave threw me to the ground and it took a moment for me to get my bearings. Once my vision cleared I saw my wagon in flames and my terribly burned horse struggling and crying out in its death agonies.

On a nearby hill - I saw the culprit. Just some shirtless, ragged wanderer who had happened across a crate of dynamite. I was probably the first person who was unlucky enough to stray into his path.

He laughed, called me an awful, dirty name and pulled out another stick and threw it in my direction. Fortunately, I was recovered enough to dash away in time and avoid the blast. Dirt and rocks went up in the air in a huge plume and rained down all around me as I slid behind my shattered wagon.

I was furious. I dropped my long gun and pulled my LeMat, being sure to flick the pin on the hammer that would activate the .20 gauge shell. Then I rushed the deranged individual's position, determined to end this.

He threw another stick of dynamite, but I was racing forward and it sailed harmlessly over my head blowing a huge crater in the dust far behind me.

By the time my assailant realized the danger and grabbed for his gun, it was far to late - I was on him. The collision slammed his smelly body up against the large, rocky escarpment he was crouching next to. The flat, hard slap as he smashed against the rock was satisfying.

In the fog of my rage, I heard him shout - "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I give up!"

Too late...

As I shoved my gun roughly under his chin, all I could hear were the sounds of my horse still echoing in my mind... then, just as his pleading eyes met mine - I pulled the trigger and the top two-thirds of his wicked head were blown straight up into the air in a shower of pink, chunky foam.

After my anger subsided, I was surprised at how I felt... I thought it would fix things... if I killed him. But I only felt shaky, and sick... sick and something else - ashamed.

The tears just welled up and overflowed as I walked to twin rocks and climbed up to a special place I often went in the past, to think.

I sat there and watched the condors circle as the sun began to sink towards the western hills and reflected on how I had failed... I should have spared his life. I should have used my rope - not my gun and taken him in, to Sheriff Freeman. But instead, I became the very thing I loathe in that moment. I took a life out of anger.

Later at camp, I vowed to be better.

#cranberry vishnu #rdo character #rdr2 #original character #read dead redemption 2 #cranberryvishnu

[c-haku]

Starscream + Hook

(TFEW Fun Novel 1/2)

‡!‡ PAINS OF HONOR ‡!‡

-1-

There are flickering banners of evil in the smoke plume.

Even that day, the Decepticon defense base was filled with loud driving noises. Many soldiers, both healthy and sick, are driven by constant mobilization.

In the midst of all this, something came roaring out of the command room with a resounding roar.

Some of the soldiers looked on in complete ignorance, but some of the breathless soldiers turned to the direction of the strange event. It was in the direction of the command room. In another section that has been hit by stray bullets like a shiden, you can hear yelling, "Again."

There is only about one person who dares to touch the wrath of the petulant tyrant of the Decepticon seated in the command room.

The red and blue aircraft, which failed to make a full transformation in an attempt to escape quickly, licks the earth and makes a fawning sound in front of the superior white iron fuselage. The identity of the escaping aircraft is Starscream. It was filled by Megatron, which had the advantage of the field.

"The command center I had so desperately repaired …… It looks like a porous lunar surface because of you, Master Megatron." "Starscream, you're so lucky fellow. Is that all there is to the will?" "Hehe, What a shame. He says he has no intention of dying before you." Starscream stands up flickering like a vanishing mirage, but his back crouches unexpectedly due to a black-smoking balancer malfunction.

"―Well, I understand. It is better to DIE GRACEFULLY." In a few moments, Starscream, spitting on a fate that would turn him into dust in the air, stares at the fusion cannon that has grazed his nose. "I can't believe the days when you left the gun barrel to me now."

Starscream tried to shake the tyrant's heart, if only slightly― Megatron, pointed at the muzzle, approaches from close range without moving his crimson eyes. "You are the king of decepticons, Sir Megatron. Why don't you take a long vacation for a change? You don't have to go back as it is, if you like." At the end of his transformation, Starscream had an ulterior motive. However, he never stopped giving up and giving up. Megatron, about to make a mute decision, relentlessly opens his mouth. "Bah. There are talking scraps that are no match for even a transform. There is no need for concern. If it weren't for you, this Decepticon would be a little more peaceful."

Shockwave nodded coolly as he watched the brief episode.

"I had 30 cycles against Megatron, he said. Finally, I will honor his last moments. …… But, we've lost 30 cycles of finite time. "

The ruthless monocular doesn't become anything but sentimental, and it hurtles back to the communications room.

The Soundwave, observing the war situation, then adds "20 of those cycles were mostly just flying around. In short, the uncouth battle is hard to watch. " Soundwave that uses both public and private tones. The cassettron condor that perched on his shoulder also seemed to be chirping mockingly.

"Don't tell everyone, the cold-blooded junk staff will come out in disguise, so remember now!! Soundwaves, condors, especially the――"

Thus. Without waiting for the lines that make the world of Starscream fleeting, a barrel mercilessly smirking is shot. The speed of light brought the vanity clown's play to an end. Starscream's consciousness diffuses and is forced to shut down. until he fell into a golden sleep and resurfaced in another dizzying universe.

-2- No dawn for the bad guys

*Wake up golden sleep*

Bad-taste goes off in the brain. Suddenly I saw an old-fashioned line of Cybertron in the back of Starscream's dormant drive.

*WAKE UP*

It's been a long time since I left the Autobot army myself, but even in a deep sleep, the "Call of Mother" deep in the chain of command carved into its memory seems to be one that won't shut up.Starscream gently wakes up, feeling the pulse of the self-conscious spark again as the red curtain rises.

The loss of airplanes like the one above was not enough once or twice. Therefore, his meager fortune is at best a near-death experience.

Nothing had been left to the dual personality-like boombox or the monocular, which would not seem to be running the same oil.

To mention the fact that Starscream, who was on the run at the time, had run out of calculations, he took advantage of the fact that Megatron's fused canon cannons were used only a limited number of times and could not always be stopped at maximum power.

Perhaps not long after that, the plane had not decayed and it was not a dark morgue surrounded by wreckage. It is, for example, a projection room of memories. The spark that is the body remembers the event, even though the plane is nothing more than a terminal. Even as the consciousness filled with the shock of death closed, the memory circuit continued to accumulate the cyber-images it unconsciously captured.

Particularly impressive Memory :

It was that Megatron, whom he abhorred, did not swear or even give an eye to the accidental death during Starscream―suspended animation. Just sitting on a throne of alloy iron, with his heavy legs crossed, he stared down at the flamboyant soldiers. Soldiers on the sidelines began repairing the command room in a vacuum of murderous intent.

Short time later, the condor is pecking away at the shattered pieces as if to add to the bombarded Starscream junk.

Further down the log, I could still see Hook occasionally muttering, "As tenacious as an underground channel intron, "as he picked the scattered parts of the damaged Starscream at his fingertips, agonizing as a puzzle piece.Leaving aside the recollections that disappear like unrealized dreams, where would this place be if it weren't for junk?

As Starscream sat up with the creaking sensation of his finally coalesced body, he thought wishfully. But there was something about the rebooted thoughts that surged in as if they had been impeded by jamming. Like the terrible dizziness and vomiting of my first interstellar flight when I was a private―for a time I felt a hunger for life-sustaining energon.

"…… Hmm, Hook. talk straight to the point. Where is Megatron's guy? "

Hook looked back as he carved through what appeared to be a red wreckage of his adversary, an Autobot, in a modest, minimally powered treatment room.

"You woke up three megacycles too late. If you're Megatron, you're off to a strategy meeting."The set of medical tools is neatly arranged. Rather than catch sight of it, the smell sensor was tickled by a strange smell emanating from the remains of the Autobot, a mixture of burned energon, waste oil and decaying alloy.

"Hook――GIVE ME ENERGON. It's not that kind of dirt, it's a brand new guy. And ventilate while you're at it." "There lot of orders. Was it that delicate, Starscream?" "You want that dominant hand broken right now?" "This the one who reassembled the ruined General Staff body parts that had been reduced to scrap." "Then I'll convert that hand into something more usable. It's like high-grade plating that can withstand real space for a long time―" "Decline."

Hook, who is both a medic and an engineer, interrupts a watered demolition job, I took off my gloves, wet with Energon's blood. Starscream places the Energon recovery pack on the awake examining table. In the meantime, Starscream magnifies the sharp visual sensors characteristic of aviation. Most of the parts here and there in the body of the red Autobot have been stripped away, so it's impossible to read correctly from form to gender. It's not clear if it was due to death before or after his death, but the autobot was leaking.Not as much as the shock waves and soundwaves of my eccentric colleagues,

Looking into the body, Starscream thinks it would be a shame if the wreck was an Autobot woman.

"According to Megatron's satellite feed, we were notified that the defeated Autobot soldiers would be executed soon. What a sight to see. If you stay healthy and original, you get good material." Hook, who said so matter-of-factly, tried to pass by Starscream, but the exit was blocked by his suddenly lifted, tough legs. "That would be convenient." "Get out of the way." Hook tried to push away. "Ask him, stubborn man. That is, there is no one at Decepticon Base. Great new leader as a truism, even I. That's more kind advice than me. Megatron is destroyed without a trace, except for the strong enemy he admits. There's no entertainment in ex-gladiator." Starscream, his face rolled up with exaggerated translation, arrogantly puts his hand to his waist and lowers his legs, which had blocked his way. "Then why did you survive, Starscream? You should think about this."

Needless to say. Because his remaining original self was no match for Megatron -- something Starscream, who kept quiet out of self-respect, interpreted favorably as an opportunity to make a comeback. Then I change the subject.

"More important duty than execution, Glenn. Who allowed this half-hearted repair that is not like you?" With that rebuke, he sat down on a steel table before Hook, the hygienist, refused.

At first glance, Starscream appeared to be acting nimbly, but deep lacerations can be seen in his flight pits and wings as he was exposed to pale indirect lighting. "Then rest. I'll gladly treat you, even if it's a non-combat injury." Starscream said to Hook, who seemed taken aback. "This is an honorable injury. I'm afraid I'm not good at being quiet."

With the repair tools in hand, Hook, in a lukewarm reply, looked out at the cracked cockpit and the damage to the upper wing pointed to by a nimbly tilted Starscream.

"Fortunately, it doesn't seem to be getting serious. At this level, the repair materials we have now will do." "I see. Let it be." Hook touches the wing of Starscream and a well-formed eyebrow comes in.

"Make it quick,"

Hook once approached Starscream with a renovation to improve its durability, but Starscream himself seemed uncomfortable with the act of being touched by its vaunted aircraft.Factional strife is a daily decepticon, but it's a miracle it doesn't get serious anymore.

The evil army Decepticons who crush the strong and crush the weak. While not particularly strict about the hierarchy―thanks to a change of top management at every turn―Hook would like to pay some respect to his inherent recklessness and excessive chatter before referring to one of the Decepticon's top executives, Starscream, as an aviation aide.

Still, he's only interested in Starscream as a one-patient guy because he can brush up on quick fixes and get an aviation-style technical system. More to the point, within the realm of Decepticon powers, where there are no small number of savage temperaments, Starscream was one of the few jokers' regulars' . Although Hook has seen a variety of soldiers in the interstellar wars between the Cybertrons, he is now the only one who can be called a talkative old hand in the short-lived air force. On the other hand, even Starscream, who at first cursed at the unaccustomed pain of repair, is visiting, perhaps because of his higher injury rate than before, and partly because of Hook's incomparable suture hand, which is less painful. The war-worn coating techniques of airframes, as well as the microscopic frame-distortion of the transform-driven race, would endure later.

"As one would expect from an aviation staff. Let's admit we're at least number one in injury rate. Live well every time." "Besides, your electronic medical record has accumulated a lot. You'll be bored during the treatment. Shall I look it over?"

"…… That sounds interesting," Starscream muttered, "I knew I could lend it," He snatched the electronic PAD from Hook, who looked up unexpectedly. "Hey, what the heck is this ―my drawing!?" Starscream unintentionally opens his eyes. "Come on, Hook. I know you love me on Good Night, but this is bad taste. " ―Good Night? Hook tilts his head. "Don't be too proud of yourself. That's a patient X-ray I transcribed while in sleep mode. " He said, with a look of innocence. "I don't know! Show me your plans, too. If it's a patient list, I guess they have Megatron data as well. I know the weakness and exploit it." Starscream distorts his bright red eyes at Hook's joking behavior, which makes him so hard to believe.

"No, Megatron's information is top secret. After all, he has a lot of secrets. If you insist, one of the weaknesses is you." "Ah―? I just closed my hearing circuit and couldn't hear. I was out in the air as soon as I could, and the barrel of my gun was aching. " He threatens to make it look dark, but Hook is nonchalant. "I see. Is that why you don't listen to people." With a restorative laser scalpel in hand, Hook slightly gouged out the pain nerves inside Starscream's wings.

"TUNK" "AAAAAAAH!?"

Afterward, the sound of bitter anguish reverberates.

To be continued Part 2

#transforms #starscream #hook #earth wars

[xtruss]

Environment: Humans Are Overzealous Whale Morticians

We hastily dispose of dead whales, ignoring the ecological significance of their carcasses.

By Bob Goldfarb | August 10, 2022 | Nautilus

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When, at the dawn of the 19th century, Meriwether Lewis and William Clark traversed western North America, they encountered a wondrous bestiary: the “fleet and delicately formed” coyote, the “bear of enormous size” which we call the grizzly. Yet few creatures impressed them more than the “Buzzard or Vulture” their party captured near the mouth of the Columbia River. The bird was massive, more than nine feet from wingtip to wingtip, and garish, with an “iris of a pale scarlet,” a “pale orrange [sic] Yellow” head, and feathers of “Glossy Shineing black.” Just as striking was the bird’s diet. “(W)e have Seen it feeding on the remains of the whale and other fish which have been thrown up by the waves on the Sea Coast,” Clark reported. Marine creatures, he added, “constitute their principal food.”

That Lewis and Clark first encountered a California condor by the sea was no coincidence. Once, condors soared across much of the continent, merrily scavenging dead ground sloths, mammoths, and glyptodonts. When human hunters wiped out these giant herbivores during the Pleistocene, condors nearly went extinct themselves. But they never quite vanished. Instead, they survived along the Pacific Coast, feasting on the last megafauna carcasses still available: marine mammals, particularly the blue, humpback, and gray whales who migrate along North America’s western rim.1 That we know Gymnogyps californianus as the California condor—as opposed to, say, the Kansas condor—is the nomenclatural legacy of dead cetaceans.

We are removing what is natural from a natural place.

Whales, like wolves, elephants, and beavers, are keystone species, animals who disproportionately shape ecosystems. While alive, their fecal plumes fertilize phytoplankton, the microscopic plants that oxygenate our atmosphere.2 In death, whales who settle on the ocean floor attract an astonishing necrobiome, the community of scavengers who feed upon the dead: hagfish, mussels, limpets, isopods, sleeper sharks, chemosynthetic bacteria.3 Some, like bone-eating Osedax worms, subsist exclusively on benthic carcasses. Whalefalls are oases in the abyssal wastes, as enticing to life as a Saharan watering hole. Not every dead whale, however, comes to rest in the depths.

Those whales who drift ashore—buoyed by internal gasses, conveyed by currents—support complex ecosystems of their own. Vultures and seabirds peck at eyes and blowhole; sharks strip blubber in the surf. In Namibia’s coastal deserts, jackals and hyenas gnaw at dead seal pups, dolphins, and whales.4 When, in 2020, a minke whale—nicknamed Godfried, for a beloved local author—washed ashore on a Dutch islet, he was visited by 57 species of beetle, 21 of whom had never been seen on the island before. In Russia, scientists have documented 180 polar bears feasting on a single bowhead.5

When The Going Gets Tough: When Pleistocene-era warming melted Arctic sea ice, polar bears likely survived by scavenging cetaceans. Perhaps that is how they’ll survive modern climate change, too. Photo by FriedChicken99 / Shutterstock.

Once, coastal necrophages could count on a steady supply of whale carcasses. (California’s famously huge grizzlies, now extinct, may have attained their gargantuan size by feeding upon the same marine mammals who supported condors.6) Today, however, washed-up cetaceans are comparatively rare. In part, that’s because industrial whaling—“the largest removal of biomass in world history,” per one researcher—ravaged the leviathans. Blue whale populations have plummeted by up to 90 percent, and sperm whales endure at just one-third of their historic numbers. Scavengers can’t eat nonexistent animals.

But the dearth of whales isn’t entirely responsible for the dearth of whale carcasses. We humans also tend to be overzealous morticians. Rather than letting stranded animals fulfill their ancient roles, we hastily dispose of their remains, depriving coastal ecosystems of nature’s greatest windfall. As one group of scientists put it in a recent review of cetacean carcass management, whaling and whale-removal have together “led to radical changes in the abundance and availability of large marine biomass inputs.”7 In other words: Our shorelines miss their whales and dolphins.

Lately, some researchers have begun to pay closer heed to the value of stranded whales, and to encourage coastal managers to let carcasses lie. Granted, not every beach is an appropriate resting place for a reeking, 50,000-pound corpse. When circumstances allow, however, permitting dead whales to decompose in situ may be preferable to disposal. “Can we do better than the way we manage carcasses nowadays?” says Martina Quaggiotto, an ecologist at the University of Stirling and the review’s lead author. “We are removing what is natural from a natural place.”

In 1979, a pod of 41 sperm whales stranded on an Oregon beach—“hemorrhaging under the crushing weight of their own flesh,” wrote Barry Lopez, who attended the spectacle. The whales, it was clear, couldn’t be saved, and the numinous visitation became a profane exercise in bureaucratic wrangling. What law-enforcement agency should manage crowd-control, which scientists should be in charge of obtaining tissue samples, and how would the state dispose of the corpses? “If buried, the carcasses would become hard envelopes of rotting flesh, the internal organs would liquefy and leach out onto the beach, and winter storms would uncover the whole mess,” Lopez cautioned. (Officials ultimately decided to burn the whales, then bury the charred remnants.) A dead cetacean on a public beach was no longer an ecological cog, but a logistical nightmare.

More than 40 years later, our management of dead whales is no more coherent. As Quaggiotto and her colleagues note, every country, state, and municipality obeys slightly different protocols. Some whales are carted off to the landfill, incinerator, or rendering plant, where their oily fats may be extracted for soaps, pet foods, and biofuel. Some are towed to sea, weighed down with scrap metal, and sunk. Some are buried. Some are cleaned for museum display. In 1970, the Oregon Highway Department infamously dynamited a gray whale, flattening an Oldsmobile beneath a chunk of flying blubber and leaving 75 bystanders flecked with putrescent meat. Detonation, needless to say, is no longer anyone’s preferred alternative.

Each dead whale was a great gift of nature.

In some cases removal is a matter of public safety, given that a dead whale is the world’s most alluring shark bait; even a buried cetacean may leach shark-beckoning plumes of carbon and ammonium into the ocean.8 Often, whales who strand alive are put out of their misery with pentobarbital, a drug that renders their bodies toxic long after death. In one horrifying incident, a 2-year-old Australian shepherd fell into a coma after she excavated blubber from a humpback who’d been euthanized three weeks earlier.9 (Today many veterinarians prefer potassium chloride, which doesn’t leave behind dangerous residues.)

Mostly, whales are removed for a prosaic reason: They stink. The aroma of dead cetaceans has been described as “the worst garbage smell you can think of,” “death in a dumpster,” and “like a dead animal but multiply that by 10 and then add fish smell to that and then feces.” The journalist Sarah Gilman took a more literary tack: “a throatier version of seashore rot that tastes like backwash from a mildew-darkened garbage disposal.”

As a result, authorities seldom let carcasses lie. Some countries, like Belgium and France, actually require officials to usher dead cetaceans off to a waste-management facility. In the United States, Quaggiotto found that just 28 percent of cetacean carcasses remain in situ—nearly all of these, surely, on remote beaches in wildlife refuges, national parks, and Alaska. In heavily developed Florida, Megan Stolen, a stranding investigator and scientist with the Blue World Research Institute, estimates that less than 5 percent of dead whales and dolphins get to stay put. The removal of a bottlenose dolphin can be a tourist attraction as enticing as Epcot Center. “Daytona Beach during spring break on a Friday afternoon, that’s fun,” Stolen says wryly.

Our tendency to remove carcasses, however understandable, is problematic on a few levels. In Australia, disposing of a single small whale costs around $20,000 AUD (nearly $14,000),10 and some large humpbacks have run more than $115,000 It’s also tremendously labor-intensive. Stolen’s team once elected to chop up and bury a humpback on Melbourne Beach. Because heavy machinery would have destroyed sea turtle nests, they dug the immense grave by hand. “It was about eight hours of digging with a five-man crew,” Stolen recalls.

We may wish to restore our coasts, yet our broken world doesn’t make it easy.

The refusal to let bodies be bodies has ecological implications, too. Deprived of coastal carrion, California condors have turned to the gut piles left behind by hunters, which are often tainted with bullet fragments; today lead poisoning accounts for half of known condor deaths.11 Similarly afflicted are Andean condors, the California condor’s cousins, whose 10-foot wingspans shadow South America’s Pacific lip. Like their North American relatives, Andean condors once depended on coastal cuisine, then turned to cattle and other terrestrial carrion after industrial whaling eliminated their preferred repast. But it hasn’t been a smooth transition. To access their inland scavenging grounds on the Patagonian steppe, many condors must wing over the Andes, fight powerful headwinds, and traverse one of the wettest rainforests on Earth. Condors on the Pacific coast, scientists note, “​​expend more time and energy than their historical counterparts” hunting for carcasses, which, along with the coastal development that has overwhelmed prime foraging grounds, is among the reasons that they’re endangered throughout much of their range.12

Nor are condors the only scavengers to get crowded out by humans. This was illustrated by a clever 2012 experiment, in which Australian researchers placed dead fish along two sets of beaches—some near towns, others in more rural areas.13 While fish on remote beaches were quickly claimed by native raptors like whistling kites, the urban carcasses lingered much longer, and were only belatedly scavenged by nonnative foxes and rats. The implications were troubling: Many coastal necrobiomes are too impoverished by people to take full advantage of carrion.

Yet letting scavengers feast can be fraught, too. In California, scientists typically necropsy cetaceans to ascertain their cause of death and collect bone and tissue samples. Sometimes, though, bodies wash up near nesting colonies of snowy plovers, threatened seabirds who lay their eggs in sandy hollows. Cutting open a whale on a plover beach, says Moe Flannery, a senior collections manager at the California Academy of Sciences who investigates cetacean strandings, risks attracting ravens, coyotes, and other scavengers, who might prey on plover eggs and chicks once they’re in the area. Some land managers prohibit necropsies near plover beaches altogether, even if performing one would theoretically benefit scavengers.

Plovers have always contended with predators and the carcasses that enticed them, of course—but today their populations, diminished by development, are more vulnerable to hungry mouths and beaks. We may wish to restore coastal necrobiomes, yet our broken world doesn’t always make it easy.

Millennia ago, we humans were as dependent on whale carcasses as condors. Coastal Indigenous peoples around the planet—the Arawak, the Maori, the Inuit—exploited stranded cetaceans for food and tool material. In one Spanish cave occupied by humans some 14,000 years ago, researchers unearthed barnacles that grow only upon the skin of right whales, a molluscan testament to our ancestors’ scavenging prowess.14 To Patagonia’s Fuegians, each dead whale was a “great gift of nature.”

“For as long as there have been humans,” Rebecca Giggs points out in Fathoms, her meditation on cetaceans, “the whale has been a portentous animal.” Precisely what a dead whale portends, however, has changed drastically. In the Anthropocene, carcasses aren’t always divine gifts; sometimes they’re curses of a sort, the rotten fruits of modernity’s diseased tree. Whales and dolphins are diced by ship propellers, drowned by fishing gear, starved by the plastic bezoars that accumulate in their guts. Pods of pilot whales, agonized and disoriented by the clamor of naval sonar and seismic energy testing, hurl themselves onto beaches. A symbol of nature’s bounty transmutates into a symptom of its collapse. We jettison dead whales not just because they’re smelly shark attractants, perhaps, but to escape the evidence of our sins.

The True Paleo Diet: Until very recently in Earth’s history, the sight of animals feasting upon washed-ashore cetacean carcasses was a common one—and in the absence of these bodies, entire webs of life collapse. Photo by Bob pool / Shutterstock.

Our treatment of dead whales mirrors our treatment of most dead animals. Highway maintenance personnel haul roadkill to the dump, a reasonable safety measure that also disguises the violence of automobility. In Spain, regulations imposed in the wake of Mad Cow Disease require farmers to incinerate livestock rather than letting their bodies nourish vultures. Our “aseptic” approach to carcass management has short-circuited processes, like scavenging and decomposition, that have buttressed ecosystems since the dawn of microbial life. Because objects interred in landfills don’t readily break down, many coastal dumps have become tombs for the unprocessed corpses of whales and dolphins, as eerily preserved as pharaohs in their pyramids. “It’s kind of a joke among marine-mammal people,” Megan Stolen says. “When life on Earth ends and the aliens come down, they’re going to wonder what the heck these humans were doing.”

And the management of dead cetaceans will only grow more vexing. Many whale populations have grown in recent decades, meaning there’s more future carrion in the sea; some groups of humpbacks, for instance, have nearly recovered from whaling.15 Less happily, climate change is already wreaking havoc on marine ecosystems. Along the Pacific Coast, a recent rash of stranded and emaciated gray whales may be symptomatic of dwindling Arctic food supplies.16 Warmer oceans may also give rise to more infectious diseases and, with them, “mass mortality events.”17 For some creatures, the carcass boom may present a grim opportunity. During the Pleistocene, when warmer temperatures melted Arctic sea-ice and left polar bears unable to hunt seals, Ursus maritimus likely survived by scavenging cetaceans.17 It’s some solace to think that the great white bear, the poster-species for global warming, could yet endure the Anthropocene on a putrescent diet of bowheads and grays.

In a sense, says Quaggiotto, humanity’s relationship with stranded cetaceans must come full circle. A dead whale furnishes vital data about the health of our oceans; reconnects us to nature; and nourishes the scavengers whose waste-management services support our own health. A dead whale, as our forebears knew, was both tragedy and gift, an object to be cherished and learned from, not reflexively discarded. “For looking at the future of carcass management, we must also look to the past,” Quaggiotto says.

Our coastlines may be impoverished, yet we can still restore wildness to the processes of death.18 In May 2010, biologists in Alaska’s Glacier Bay National Park spotted a 41-foot-long female humpback carcass sprawled across a beach and, sensing opportunity, set out cameras to monitor her fate. Over the next four months, brown bears and wolves feasted almost daily, inscribing networks of pawpaths onto forest and beach.19 The “blubber bonanza” became a site for ursine reproduction—cameras caught a pair of bears mating—and even innovation. In July, a researcher observed a young bear scrubbing his muzzle with a barnacle-encrusted rock, like a post-prandial diner dabbing himself with a napkin. It was the first time a brown bear had ever been documented using tools.20 “That carcass seemed to be a beacon calling to these huge bears—and, of course, they got huger and huger,” says Tania Lewis, wildlife biologist at Glacier Bay. “We can never underestimate the importance of the marine ecosystem for the terrestrial ecosystem.”

The Glacier Bay humpback was both a cornucopia and an anachronism, a glimpse of the resplendent necrobiome that predated industrial whaling, coastal development, and aseptic carcass management strategies. The feast lasted until early September, when park staff severed the whale’s head to perform a necropsy. Unmoored, the body lolled into the tide and drifted away; later, it would wash up down the beach, where wolves gnawed the bones. As the whale floated into the sunset, observers on the beach noticed a passenger: a seafaring brown bear, still trying to chisel off a few last morsels of blubber before the bounty bobbed away.

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2. Roman, J. & McCarthy, J.J. The whale pump: Marine mammals enhance primary productivity in a coastal basin. PLos One 5, e13255 (2010).

3. Engelhaupt, E. After you die, a universe eats your body. Popular Mechanics (2022).

4. Skinner, J.D., van Aarde, R.J., & Goss, R.A. Space and resource use by brown hyenas Hyaena brunnea in the Namib desert. Journal of Zoology 237, 123-131 (1995).

5. Laidre, K.L., Stirling, I., Estes, J.A., Kochnev, A., & Roberts, J. Historical and potential future importance of large whales as food for polar bears. Frontiers in Ecology and the Environment 16, 515-524 (2018).

6. Miller, J. Awakening the grizzly. Pacific Standard (2018).

7. Quaggiotto, M., et al. Past, present and future of the ecosystem services provided by cetacean carcasses. Ecosystem Services 54, 101406 (2022).

8. Heiss, J.W. Whale burial and organic matter impacts on biogeochemical cycling in beach aquifers and leachate fluxes to the nearshore zone. Journal of Contaminant Hydrology 233, 103656 (2020).

9. Bischoff, K., Jaeger, R., & Ebel, J.G. An unusual case of relay pentobarbital toxicosis in a dog. Journal of Medical Toxicology 7, 236-239 (2011).

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11. Puper, B. California condor deaths are rising due to lead poisoning—again. Kcbx.org (2021).

12. Lambertucci, S.A., et al. Tracking data and retrospective analyses of diet reveal the consequences of loss of marine subsidies for an obligate scavenger, the Andean condor. Proceedings of the Royal Society B 285, 20180550 (2018).

13. Huijbers, C.M., Schlacher, T.A., Schoeman, D.S., Weston, M.A., & Connolly, R.M. Urbanisation alters processing of marine carrion on sandy beaches. Landscape and Urban Planning 119, 1-8 (2013).

14. Álvarez-Fernández, E., et al. Occurrence of whale barnacles in Nerja Cave (Málaga, southern Spain): Indirect evidence of whale consumption by humans in the Upper Magdalenian. Quaternary International 337, 163-169 (2014).

15. Zerbini, A.N., et al. Assessing the recovery of an Antarctic predator from historical exploitation. Royal Society Open Science 6 190368 (2019).

16. Wolfe, D. Gray whales are dying along the Pacific coast. Cnn.com (2022).

17. Sanderson, C.E. & Alexander, K.A. Unchartered waters: Climate change likely to intensify infectious disease outbreaks causing mass mortality events in marine mammals. Global Change Biology 26, 4284-4301 (2020).

18. Kaminsky, I. Rewilding death: The plan to restore the necrobiome. bbc.com (2021)

19. Lewis, T.M. & Lafferty, D.J.R. Brown bears and wolves scavenge humpback whale carcass in Alaska. Ursus 25, 8-13 (2014).

20. Deecke, V.B. Tool-use in the brown bear (Ursus arctos). Animal Cognition 15, 725-730 (2012).

— Ben Goldfarb is an environmental journalist whose work has appeared in The Atlantic, The New York Times, National Geographic, and many other publications. He is the author of Eager: The Surprising, Secret Life of Beavers and Why They Matter.

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Kirby: Meta Knight and the Strongest Warrior in the Galaxy Chapter 5

Meta Knight spread his black wings and rushed at Kirby. “Fight me, Kirby!” “No, I don’t wanna!” “You can’t deal damage to me in a Normal state. Use a Copy Ability!” “I said I don’t wanna~!” Kirby held his head and ran about, trying to flee.

It isn’t like he hasn’t fought Meta Knight. He has fought him several times up to this point, whether it be that they had some minor misunderstandings or opposing viewpoints. But those were because both Kirby and Meta Knight had a reason to fight. It would be that both of them had a motive they couldn’t back down from and were unable to avoid conflicts. But it’s different right now. Kirby can’t stand the idea of fighting because of Meta Knight’s desire to become stronger. “Hold it, Meta Knight!” All of a sudden the floor of the palace shook strongly enough to ripple. Having been chasing after Kirby, Meta Knight flipped his cape and looked at King Dedede. “Your stupid training is over. Knock if off and cool that head of yours.” “-My wish is to fight a strong opponent.” Meta Knight stood ready with his Galaxia. “You be my opponent, King Dedede!” “Hmph, I’m not gonna take off halfway like Galacta Knight. I ain’t going easy either, have at you!” “Just what I wanted!” Meta Knight swung Galaxia up and slashed at King Dedede. The king swung his hammer and met the attack. Galaxia and his hammer clashed and sparks flew up fiercely. The two jumped back at the same time and glared at each other. “Fine power you have, King Dedede. Just what I expected.” “I’m just warming up, you know!” “But power alone doesn’t work on me!” Meta Knight quickly swung his Galaxia. A blue-white beam surged out from the tip of the sword.

“Ahhhh!” King Dedede bent back and dodged the beam. “How low to do have to be to use projectiles!?” “It isn’t. A true warrior is capable of using every attack at his disposal!” Meta Knight fired his beams in succession. King Dedede dodges with feverish haste​. The beams that missed bounced back and hit the remains of the ceiling. The beams broke the solid stones and made cracks. Kirby, having been watching the two battle, was alerted suddenly. The ceiling crumbles and a large debris drops. Waddle Dee was right under it. Restless from his worry that someone might get injured, Waddle Dee was separated from Captain Vul and the others before he knew it. If he is hit by that large rock, he’s going to get seriously injured! “Waddle Dee......!” Kirby ran with ferocious speed to rescue Waddle Dee. But King Dedede was quicker than Kirby. Discarding his hammer, the king held Waddle Dee up and jumped out of the way. Waddle Dee was frozen stiff and unable to say anything. King Dedede yelled at Waddle Dee with a frightening look. “Quit wandering around! You’re in the way of the match!” “I-I’m sorry, sire......” “Hmph!” The king took a deep breath and flung him away violently. Kirby rushed over to Waddle Dee who rolled on the floor. “Waddle Dee, are you alright!?” “Yeah, I’m okay. I was saved by His Majesty.” “Thank goodness!” Kirby sighed in relief King Dedede picked up his hammer and glowered at Meta Knight. “You dare harm even my lackey without discrimination!? You’re going too far, Meta Knight!” “I’m not trying to get anyone caught up in it. Anyone that doesn't wish to get hurt should back off.” “You son of a gun......!” Dedede is so furious that steam comes out from his head. He swings his hammer and throws himself into Meta Knight. Meta Knight dodges quickly and responds with Galaxia. It turned into an intense clash yet again. Kirby was thinking as he protected Waddle Dee and took cover alongside the wall. King Dedede is right. Meta Knight is going off the deep end. Having felt it for quite a while, his discontentment against Meta Knight swelled up in Kirby’s heart. Of course, it isn't a bad thing to desire to be strong. But it’s unacceptable to go on a destroying spree without taking his surroundings into consideration​ just for that. How could he be so composed when Waddle Dee who has neither weapons nor strength was nearly wounded......! It ignited Kirby with anger. “Something’s off with Meta Knight. I’ve got to stop him......!” Whispered Kirby, bracing himself. Waddle Dee said with worry. “Huh? Kirby, don’t tell me......!” “I’ll fight!” Kirby kicked the wall and began running over to Blade Knight. Blade Knight is holding the “Copy Essence Assortment” that they bought at the curio shop with care. “I want a Copy Essence, Blade Knight!” “Huh? Uhh......su......sure......” Blade Knight was overwhelmed by Kirby’s vigor and opened the sack. Kirby stuffed his hand into the sack and took out the first thing he grabbed. “Wing!” As soon as he touched the orb, Kirby transformed. Beautiful yellow plumes are fitted on his head. Extending on both sides are flight feathers​ even larger than that ornament. “Wing,” the Copy Ability allowing him to fly freely, is set into motion. “Let’s go, Meta Knight!”

Shouts Kirby, lowers his head, and glides at a low altitude. Meta Knight was just about to knock Dedede’s hammer attack back. He saw Kirby charging at him and yelled. “Now you’re talking, Kirby!” “It’s only ‘cause you’re such a dummy!” Kirby charged toward Meta Knight as he shouted. He uses “Condor Head” which boasts tremendous power! Even Meta Knight can’t afford to be struck by this. He was dealt a direct hit and was blown away. He however rose up quickly and stood ready with Galaxia once more. “Impressive, Kirby!” “Cool that head of yours! You’re acting really strange right now!” “What you think of me doesn’t matter. I wish to become much more powerful!” Meta Knight jumped up high and tried to slash at Kirby. Flapping his wings, Kirby changes his direction and goes around to Meta Knight’s blind spot. Meta Knight lost sight of Kirby for a moment and recoiled. Kirby quickly fluttered his flight feathers. Countless feathers fly toward Meta Knight like arrows. Meta Knight knocked it all down with his Galaxia. Captain Vul and the rest were watching the battle with sweaty palms. “Incredible......” “Both Kirby and Meta Knight are really strong!” “Will they be alright? If one of them were to get severely wounded......” Then, at that moment. A bloodlust-filled presence arose from behind them. It was a ghastly and cold presence. Captain Vul, the Meta Knights, and Sword Knight and Blade Knight all turned around at the same time. A beautiful warrior shining in brilliant white was standing. A white mask with large wings. To his right is a massive lance lance and to his left is a cross-crested shield. It was Galacta Knight whom they thought had run away. Seeing his overwhelming appearance, the Meta Knights were scared out of their wits. “Ga-Ga-Ga......!” “Galacta Knight!?” “Didn’t he run away!?” Galacta Knight was following Meta Knight with eyes devoid of emotions. And then, someone unexpected appeared from behind. It is a boy of lanky build with a round face and curly hair. Seeing his face, Captain Vul shouts. “Mo......Moa!? Y-You were alright......!?” One by one, the Meta Knights too shouted for joy. “Moa! Moa!” “Oh my gosh! We were worried sick about you!” “You were alive~! Thank heavens~!” But Moa’s gaze toward the Meta Knights was cold. He sneered at them. “It’s not Moa. You are to call me Master Moa.” “......Eh?” “Show some respect! Or else the strongest warrior in the galaxy will burn you all into ashes!” Moa began laughing in a loud voice. Captain Vul was dumbfounded and said. “What are you saying? Did you eat something bad while you were missing?” “You better watch your mouth. If you don’t want to be burnt to ashes, that is!” Moa looked at Captain Vul and the others in an arrogant attitude. Sword Knight said in a stern voice. “Don’t tell me......right from the start, you were......” “Yeah, that’s right. Becoming Meta Knight’s man, hiring pirates and having them attack the Halberd, and going missing in the midst of the battle was all part of my genius plan!” “What did you just say......!” Hearing his shocking revelation, the Meta Knights all grabbed their weapons. “You scum......for what did you do all this for......!” “Ahaha! Isn't it obvious? It’s all to get my hands on Galacta Knight, the strongest warrior in the galaxy!” Moa pointed at Galacta Knight. “Meta Knight seems to have unsealed him in the past. Hearing that rumor, I wondered how I could make him break the seal again.” Moa laughed brashly. “I would need to drive Meta Knight to the wall for that. Were he to make an irreversible mistake, he'd surely mourn over it and try to summon the strongest warrior to train himself. What would be the greatest mistake for him? The answer is simple. Despite his looks, Meta Knight is said to care deeply for his men. I was certain that the disappearance of his man would overwhelm him with remorse.” “Y-You rascal......” Captain Vul’s fists trembled in anger. “Right from the start, you became his subordinate only to use him......!” “Correct. My prediction was right on the nail. I pretended to go missing and followed you guys’ movement in secret. And once the timing was right, I hid Galacta Knight with this high-performance camouflage cape!” Displaying his camouflage cape in triumph, Moa then took out a small controller from underneath it.

“And finally, just as I planned, I turned him into my servant with this “Anything Controller!”” ““Anything Controller”......?” “It’s a miraculous machine made by the ancient civilizations in Halcandra. Everything in this world can be controlled by this. This is all I need for Galacta Knight to exalt me as master......” Suddenly, Galacta Knight jumped up in the middle of his lines. He flutters his white wings and flies toward Meta Knight. Moa watched him in a daze and fidgeted with his controller. “Huh? But I didn’t order it to fight yet. That’s weird......” “Moa......” The Meta Knights surrounded Moa and drew closer to him. They all look bloodthirsty. They seem ready to draw their weapons even when they don’t have it in their hands yet. Panicking, Moa fumbled with his “Anything Controller.” “C-Come back here, Galacta Knight! It’s an order from your master......!” “Master my foot!” Captain Vul lunged at him and knocked the controller down from his hands. Dropping on the floor, the controller bounced and broke. Coming out from inside were cheap-looking gears and screws. “Ahh! My dad bought this Halcandra-made “Anything Controller” for me......!” Moa kneeled and gathered up the scattered parts. Captain Vul hollered at him. “That thing ain’t made in Halcandra or whatever! You can see for yourself, can’t you!? That’s just a stupid toy!” “You’re joking......I was tricked......that lying shopkeeper......” Said Moa resentfully, but noticed everyone surrounding him and forced a laugh. “H-Huh......well......? Aren’t you my seniors? I’m sorry for everything that happened. If you could make me your trainee from now on......” Of course, there’s no way they would let him off now. The Meta Knights exploded with anger. “Seniors my butt!” “As if we’ll ever forgive you!” It was when everyone was about to gang up on him. Something came tumbling with a violent noise. The Meta Knight avoided it quickly, but Moa was crushed beneath it and let out a moan in agony. Sitting on Moa was King Dedede covered with injuries. Waddle Dee came running and shook the king. “Y-Your Highness!!! Get a hold of yourself, please!” “Don’t touch me, you idiot! It hurts!” King Dedede pulled his face rose up. “Even Galacta Knight came back, as if Meta Knight going ape wasn’t enough......I have no idea anymore.” King Dedede turned his eyes to the battle unfolding on the center of the hall. It’s a three-way battlefield. Being able to cross swords once again with Galacta Knight who returned, Meta Knight is burning with more and more will to fight. Spreading his black wings, he flies freely and swings his Galaxia. While fending off all of Meta Knight’s attacks with his shield, Galacta Knight readies his lance and is aiming at Kirby. Flying through the air at a speed overwhelming the two, Kirby is releasing a volley of “Feather Gun” which shoots feathers like arrows.

As the three’s strength clashed, a wave of heat enough to spurt flames swirled. “Oh my......” Said Captain Vul in blank amazement. “This can no longer pass off as training. I don’t believe either of the three can come out unharmed......!” King Dedede said. “It’d be fine if Kirby and Meta Knight were to join hands. It would take the two of them to defeat Galacta Knight.” “No, my lord honors fairness. He wouldn’t fight two on one.” “Is this the time to think about that!? He’s such a knucklehead! That means there’s no other choice but for me and Kirby to team up......” King Dedede re-gripped his hammer to return to the battle yet again. Just then: A purple creature came floating in. “Ah, Sphere Doomer......” Waddle Dee noticed and called out to it. King Dedede said with a long face. “What. You’re still here?” Having been preoccupied with the intensity of the battle, the group completely forgot about the creature from Another Dimension. Sphere Doomer let out a shrill noise and flapped its wings. Waddle Dee pondered. “It looks like it's saying something, but......I can’t understand languages from Another Dimension......” “Talk in a language that we can understand!” Ordered Dedede, but there’s no way it would understand. Sphere Doomer responded with a few words, but seems to have realized that they didn’t understand it at all and floated away. “Ah, you shouldn’t go there......!” Waddle Dee tried to stop him. Sphere Doomer began floating over to Kirby. “I’m sure that Kirby would understand! But it’s not safe there!” Waddle Dee tried to go after him, but King Dedede stopped him. “You moron. You wanna get swept in it again!?” “But Sphere Doomer is......” Sphere Doomer approaches him with no sign of fear, as if it doesn’t understand the intensity of the battle. Meta Knight and Galacta Knight paid no attention to it, or course. But Kirby noticed and yelled out. “It’s dangerous, you shouldn’t come here!” At that moment, Galacta Knight fired a shockwave at Kirby. With Kirby’s agility, he should be able to dodge it easily-but Kirby didn’t dodge it. It’s because Sphere Doomer was right behind him. Assuming a Guard stance in desperation, Kirby shielded Sphere Doomer with himself as the shield. The shockwave’s direct hit was terrifying. His Guard was perfect, but Kirby was nevertheless blown away with his colorful feathers scattered. His Wing ability was removed simultaneously and Kirby reverted back to his Normal state. Galacta Knight attacked the defenseless Kirby without mercy. His massive lance swings down at him in full might. Meta Knight jumped in and stopped the lance with Galaxia. Meanwhile, Kirby stood up and got away to the shade of the wreckage. “Kirby!” Waddle Dee and the others rushed over to him. “A......Are you okay!?” Even as he calls out to him, Kirby is so weakened that he can’t respond. It goes without saying for Waddle Dee, where Captain Vul and the rest, and even King Dedede surrounded Kirby with concern. It was rare for Kirby to receive harsh injuries thus far. “Oh dear. We need to treat him quickly......!” Said Waddle Dee as he was all shook up. King Dedede snorted and took out something red from within the gown he was wearing. “This should be better for Kirby than something like medicine. It’s a Maximum Tomato that I saved as a snack, but......there’s no other choice. Let’s do it.” King Dedede tossed the Maximum Tomato at Kirby.

Kirby opened his mouth weakly and caught the Maximum Tomato. The moment he swallowed it with a gulp: Kirby sprang to his feet. He is brimming with energy, as though the injuries he received were all a lie. He spun once in midair with his eyes sparkling. “Yummy~! I would like another Maximum Tomato~!” “Don’t get carried away! I gave you my precious Maximum Tomato.” “Thanks, King Dedede!” Maximum Tomato is a strange tomato with an infinite power. Kirby likes any food, but is especially fond of Maximum Tomatoes. Having completely recovered, Kirby noticed Sphere Doomer floating behind everyone. “Ah, that’s right. It has something that it wants to say.” Sphere Doomer let out a high-pitched voice and flapped its wing. Kirby tilted his head to the side. “Uhh......what’s wrong? You want some Maximum Tomatoes?” “I don’t have any!” “Does it want more Energy Spheres? But we had only one of those too......” Sphere Doomer shook its body in annoyance and floated to the gateway of the palace. “What is it? Let’s follow it.” Kirby began walking, where Captain Vul held him back “Wait, Kirby. Our Lord is more important than Sphere Doomer. Unless you join in the battle, all of Galacta Knight’s attacks will be focused on our lord!” “He’ll be fine alone. After all, he summoned Galacta Knight ‘cause he wanted to fight him one-on-one.” Kirby trotted after Sphere Doomer. “Ugh......now that you mention it, you’re right......” Axe Knight said to Captain Vul folding his arms. “Captain, maybe it remembered how to open the extradimensional road.” “......What?” “It looks like it’s asking for help. Just as Kirby said, wouldn't it be better for us to leave the battle with Galacta Knight to our lord and help Sphere Doomer?” “......I see. That could be it.” Captain Vul unfolded his arms. “Then we shall assist it. All members, follow me!” Captain Vul began running with heavy footsteps. The Meta Knights and Sword Knight and Meta Knights also follow behind him. “Hmph......I’d rather not, but we’re gonna be in hot waters without the road opening. How ‘bout I lend them a hand?” Said King Dedede in a haughty tone and went after Kirby and the others. Needless to say, Waddle Dee too follows him with small, quick steps​.

After every one of them had gone outside the palace: Having been left collapsed on the floor, Moa, the liar of a boy whose existence has been forgotten, sluggishly got up. Turning his eyes to the fierce battle between Meta Knight and Galacta Knight, he shuddered with fear. Then, nodding as though having resolved himself to something, he quickly got up and headed for the gateway.

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#kirby novels #kirby of the stars #light novel #translation #kirby #meta knight #king dedede #waddle dee #galacta knight #captain vul #meta knights #sword knight #blade knight #sphere doomer #so this boy had enough money to hire a whole gang of pirates...

[dumplingsspookysweeties]

Aviary Information

Here is information on our Bird bitties!

cut below for length

Chickadee (classic Sans)

He prefers seeds and a quiet, private place to sleep. A little bit of a hopper (hops around when he should be still) but otherwise just as laid back and lazy as any other classic variety.

Puffin (classic Papyrus)

these fish eaters are happy to flap around or perch, whatever gets them closer to their owners! Their little webby feet are also good if you like water activities like polo or swimming.

Twitter (swap Sans)

With a body type and feather pattern similar to the common Blue Jay, these energetic birds are prone to protect their owners and homes fiercely and make rather loud noises if threatened.

Robin (swap Papyrus)

your average garden bird, he will perch on your bird feeder all day or laze about in the birdbath if you let him. easy to love, easy to care for, and adores anyone who will pet his fluffy little body.

Tanager (fell Sans) insect scourges, these bright red birdies love to preen their owners, even if they let themselves get a little mussed on occasion. Great for anyone in a high insect zone, or if you just want someone to joke around or banter with that will soak up all your attention with a smirk.

Cardinal (fell Papyrus)

The classic red bird, Cardinals love being the center of attention, posing in picture-perfect places, and talking or singing to their owners. Usually it’s about how wonderful he or his owner are, and the adventures he’d send them on if he could find out how to start such things. Till then, he’ll regale the world about the time he saved you from a late-night cricket invasion or how he chased away a nosy neighbor.

Vulture (horror!bird!Sans)

-likes meat of any description

- will be very patient

- does need sharp objects hidden and an isolation period

- likes to bathe himself in small pools rather than large tubs

Condor (horror!bird!Papyrus)

- meat eater, exclusively

- tends to enjoy decorating himself, whether in paint, jewelry, or mud even!

- can hunt if necessary

- will do dust baths on his own, so make sure to give him an actual washing if you don’t want a dirty bird.

Kite (horrorfell!bird!Sans)

- chitters instead of giggling, but it’s just as involuntary.

- hunts if not fed adequately on meat

- will start shedding feathers if he gets too stressed

- pats and attention are good ideas

Secretary (horrorfell!bird!Papyrus)

-largest of the birds in our aviary

- eats meat of any kind

- tends to walk or run rather than fly most times

- will seek out baths on his own and feels better clean

- aloof, but will leave trinkets for his owner to show appreciation

Shrike (horrorswap!bird!Sans)

-small but mighty hunter

- will stab his prey and show it to you proudly

- feed on meat or insects if you want to curb this behavior

- can carry loads much heavier than himself

- will use a birdbath and be quite happy, often singing while bathing

Heron (horrorswap!bird!Papyrus)

- second biggest bird

- tends to eat fish and frogs

- feed him fish if you don’t want him getting into your koi pond

- do not house with merbitties unless he’s already been acclimated and cares about your feelings.

- likes large pools for bath time. a bathtub is fine in absence of an actual pond or pool.

Pelican (underworld!bird!Sans)

- anything he can scoop up, he can swallow

- do not house with any other bitties or pet fish or rodents unless the Pelican was already there before they arrived

- may occasionally swallow non-food objects by mistake, easily retrievable

- enjoys water and prefers eating fish

Andean (underworld!bird! Papyrus)

- bright colors!

- likes small insects or pureed fruit

- very affectionate

- needs help getting his wings clean

- safe to house alongside a new Pelican

Guianan (underworld!Swapbird! Sans)

- hope you like bright blue

- uses wings as substitute arms

- prefers fruit, fresh or pureed

- safe to home with a new Pelican

Frigate (underworld!Swapbird! Papyrus)

- feed on fish or squid

- will steal baby birds from outside nests for food

- will try to show off for his owner by puffing himself up

- tends to be busy all day doing something

Woodpecker - (Fellswap Red Sans)

- eats insects, meat, or fruit

- very loud and forceful personality

- they tend to do a good job at keeping neat nests and they will insist on their owners doing the same. Even if his idea of a neat human nest is having a circle of blankets and pillows on top of the bed.

-make him a part of your routines. let him have the responsibility of reminding you of things, or keeping you on schedule, and this will make him feel very important and happy.

Oriole - (Fellswap Red Papyrus)

-Fluffy sweet songbird boy

- affectionate, quiet, and very prone to clumsiness

-expect him to fall into various pots, vases, and containers on occasion

-only sings when alone

- messy nester, likes eating seeds but can eat anything, and a very nuzzly companion

- let him hold onto your keys or phone. He’ll make sure you never forget it.

Hummer - (Swapfell Purple Sans)

- flighty, fast, talkative

- most of them barely land at all.

- they enjoy sweet drinks, but will eat anything he finds interesting (and we do mean anything, regular checks for debris in his ecto are recommended)

- will go from snuggly to playful to irritated quickly, very active and shifting attention

- give him silk flowers to decorate his space with. they last longer, come in more vibrant colors, and that way you won’t have to fight him to clean up the rotted ones

Martin - (Swapfell Purple Papyrus)

- trash collector bird

- any shiny bits will make their way into his nest

- eats pretty much anything you give him for food, but will also try to sweet talk you into giving him treats

- will throw little bits of his ‘treasure’ at you as signs of affection....before fluttering over and taking them back. This is mostly an excuse for him to come over and “be forced to” sit with you for a moment.

Turkey (Undertomb Sans)

These boys have the big tail fans, and look very chunky and soft, like a domestic turkey, but they are definitely of the predatory set. They love meat, and their sharp teeth are not just for show.

 However, they are also lazy boys, and will be very prone to becoming a lap bitty if you let them. They’re intelligent, too, and will play riddle games with you if you don’t mind playing along.

 Flamingo (Undertomb Papyrus)

 Another plumage name, these spindly legged bitties also enjoy the shrimp diet of their namesake, but mostly because they’re amazing fisher bitties! They can feed a whole colony of bitties on their own in the wild with being able to use their teeth, claws, and spike-like legs to grab and spear their prey!

 They’re curious, energetic, and like to get into high places to explore them, so maybe get some locks on your upper cabinets until he gets used to his new home. They also enjoy puzzles more on the line of a color cube, or a knot puzzle. Anything where they can move the pieces around themselves.

Lorikeet - our most colorful bird bitty, he flutters around and uses his old feathers for art! Mostly making pretty fans and other objects for the other birdies in the aviary, our Lorikeets are very excitable and tend to swoop down and glomp any new humans in their homes. His bones are naturally swirled black and white, though this does not extend to his skull. They like seeds and fruit.

Kookaburra - our error bird named for his cackling laughter. More chaotic leaning than most other types of error bitty in the shop, he likes to prank and trick everyone, and laugh about it when they get irritated. Can be pacified by an interesting story or puzzle, and will be thankful when fed. Letting him hunt is not a good idea, as they are very brutal, so instead get him a good supply of meat and he’ll be happy.

Black and White Nightjars - Both twins have plumes of their respective colors on the bottom of their long wing tips. Their powers function more on the energy around a home, with the White instilling peace and positivity to an area, and the Black confronting any negative energy and attempting to put it to rest. Good for someone bothered by poltergeists or who experienced abuse, since the dark feeling afterward can linger.

Dark Black Nightjar will be very hard to live with. He won’t come near you, but you will feel his eyes on you everywhere. The air will become heavy and the malice will be near tangible. It is entirely possible for a Dark Nightjar alone to make terrifying haunting-like events occur. A strong grounded person is needed to make them Safe to be around normal humans and bitties.

#bitty info #aviary

[gemsona-advice]

I was wondering if you knew about a list of agates or something like that?

Hell yeah!

Obviously  this  list  is  by  no  means  comprehensive,  since  my  memory  isn’t  the  greatest  and  there’s  many  things  out  there  that  me  and  the  rest  of  the  world  are  yet  to  discover,  but  it  should  be  a  good  reference  for  anyone  who  wants  some  agate-related  suggestions!

Enhydro  agate

Flower  agate

Coloured  agates  (blue,  green,  orange  agate,  etc)

Bumblebee  agate

Thunderegg 

Fortification  agate

Detroit  agate

Moss  agate

Eye  agate

Plume  agate

Dendritic / tree  agate

Lake  superior  agate

Holl(e)y  blue  agate

Condor  agate

Turritella / emilia  agate

Botswana  agate

Lava  fountain  agate

Tube  agate

Fire  agate

Iris  agate

Lace  agate  (blue  lace  agate,  crazy  lace  agate) 

Polyhedral  agate

(Another  note:  some  things  on  this  list  like  bumblebee  agate  or  detroit  agate  are  not  real  agates,  but  I’ve  decided  to  keep  them  in  because  of  the  name  association.)

#su #steven universe #agate list #gemsona help #gemsona advice

[caribbeanflamingo]

Monster Birds Of The Americas

For the greater part of current human's presence, state in the course of the last 50,000 to 100,000 years, on the off chance that we saw something fly under its own capacity, it was a flying creature, a bat or a creepy crawly - perhaps a 'flying' fish or 'flying' fox on the off chance that you need to extend things a piece. Generally not many of these element conspicuously in any culture's folklore. Bats may have a relationship with vampires, however your normal common typical feathered creature is generally underestimated - except if they are immense in size and like people for supper.

In the event that there's almost one thing all inclusive in Native American folklore it is goliath feathered creatures, beast winged animals, even the Thunderbird (which has been received as a brand name for some items also the name of a TV appear with related side project films). Presently separated from the genuine perceptions of these winged masses, there's nothing all that unordinary about goliath flying animals in folklore. What sets these 'flying creatures' separated is that they regularly prefer to nibble on the locals - as takeaways, not feast in. Is there any normal earthbound clarification for winged animals diverting people, similar to a crow getting a piece of corn? Or then again, may one need to depend on another, increasingly unnatural and maybe extraterrestrial clarification?

Fanciful Monster 'Winged creatures' of the Americas

Mythical serpents: While principally associated with the Old World (Europe, the Far East, and so on.), monsters have a few, yet lesser known association in the New World of the Americas, maybe more in the pretense of snakes, that is taking on a serpentine appearance. This is most strikingly so regarding that popular feathered snake (sounds increasingly like a flying creature really) Quetzalcoatl, a focal Aztec god, yet noted too in Mayan culture and that other, and secretive starting Mesoamerican development, the Olmecs.

Nonetheless, we do have the Piasa Bird which is delineated as a mythical beast in a Native American Indian wall painting over the Mississippi River close to present day Alton, Illinois. It's idea that the firsts were finished by the Cahokia Indians path before any white pilgrims showed up in their domain. Their pictographs of creatures, winged creatures, for example, the hawk, feathered creature men and snakes (gigantic snakes) were normal, similar to the Thunderbird symbol. As per a neighborhood teacher living in the territory in the 1830's, John Russell, the Piasa Bird delineated in the wall painting was a gigantic flying creature that occupied the zone and assaulted and ate local people that possessed different Indian towns in the zone. Evidently it got a preference for human tissue in the wake of searching human flesh (cadavers).

Thunderbirds and Related: These beasties are about all inclusive in Native American Indian folklore, and what's more they convey numerous comparable highlights. They will in general be exceptionally huge fowls that are viewed as the embodiment of thunder (the beating of their wings) and lightning and everything turbulent; a kind of Zeus or Thor however with wings, claws, a snout and plumes. The Native Americans accepted that the mammoth Thunderbird could shoot lightning from its eyes. State what? Considerably odder is that the Thunderbird regularly has teeth in its snout. We've all heard the expression "uncommon as hen's teeth" - well that is on the grounds that cutting edge winged animals are toothless.

Thunderbirds were additionally connected with the Great Spirits so regular in Indian legend. They were hirelings of these gods and obviously went about as dispatcher young men (sorry, envoy flying creatures) - a kind of extra-enormous bearer pigeon - conveying interchanges between these different Great Spirits. Thunderbirds were related with the climate as we've seen, and furthermore with water. Presently a fascinating equal is that mythical beasts in the Old World are frequently seen as go-betweens between the divine beings and humankind (kind of again like bearer pigeons) and their having some power over the climate and the waters was a typical component too.

Along these lines, this fanciful beast feathered creature is normal all through Indian legends. Quite one case there was a Thunderbird that looked like a goliath falcon that was huge enough, and incredible enough to convey a whale in its hooks. State what once more? As indicated by the Makah individuals of the Northwest Coast, a Thunderbird spared a town from starvation by grabbing up a whale from the Pacific Ocean and offering it to the network to benefit from, giving the town nourishment going on for a long time. Would this be an American case of an instance of sustenance from Heaven? Presently no flying creature could really convey even a little whale in its mouth or claws, so there must be another clarification.

I've recently related how the Navajos have related Ship Rock (or Shiprock) in New Mexico with a legend that says they were flown by a 'flying stone' (Ship Rock) gave by their Great Spirit to get away from their foes from up north. The Navajos, in different legends, have related Ship Rock with the nearness of 'Winged animal Monsters' or bluff beasts that preyed and feed on human Navajo and Zunis tissue. I wonder if that could be a confused story of UFO snatching.

Related are the stories of the Yaqui from around the Sonora area in NW Mexico. Yaqui legends recount gigantic flying creatures around Skeleton Mountain that stole away men, ladies and kids.

There's a petroglyph at Puerco Pueblo (or town) situated in the Petrified Forest National Park of a huge winged creature with a human suspended noticeable all around by its nose. On the off chance that we accept the human is of normal tallness, state 5' 6" tall, at that point the winged animal, to scale, is around 13' 9" tall. That is one major fledgling! The petroglyph was cut into stone many, a large tons of years prior by the progenitors of the Hopis, possibly by the lost Anasazis.

With regards to the Thunderbirds, researchers of folklore firmly propose that this animal is only the adornment of the California condor, birds, or the terminated teratorns. Be that as it may, in my mind, one doesn't typically connect winged creatures with thunder and lightning (for example - storms). Presently you may see winged animals riding the thermals that may go before a tempest, yet you don't will in general observe flying creatures making the rounds in turbulent climate - they look for cover from the components as well. However numerous clans like the Lakota Sioux or the Ojibwa of the Great Lakes Region make the association between these Thunderbirds and lightning specifically. Maybe the relationship with something flying and thunder and lightning recommends something more innovative!

I mean something that can fill in as a beast transporter pigeon between the divine beings, lift gigantic loads, snatch people (recorded in numerous Indian legends) and shoot out lightning jolts doesn't seem like science to me, rather more something fake. Presently maybe every one of these legends of stealing and man-eating monster winged animals are simply a rebel falcon or condor with a lot of testosterone in its framework who, feeling undermined, assaulted a solitary Indian and like the fish that escaped, the feathered creature just developed and got adorned, and developed some more and got considerably more decorated until it arrived at absurd extents and capacities. Well perhaps.

Genuine Monster 'Winged creatures' of the Americas

Pterosaurs and Pterodactyls: These beasties weren't generally flying creatures of-a-quill, rather simply winged and flying (or floating) reptiles that had a place route back in truth to 'The Age of Reptiles' - the Mesozoic Era. The biggest of these found (until this point in time) was Quetzalcoatlus, named clearly after that Mesoamerican feathered snake god. Quetza-infant had a 36 to 40 foot wingspan, and could conceivably have had the option to nibble on a human. Nonetheless, pterosaurs and pterodactyls all went done for before the finish of the Mesozoic - Q-child made it in truth all the way to the finish of the Cretaceous time frame, 65 a great many years prior. Oh dear, that was at any rate 64 million years before anything looking like people strolled the planet as a nourishment source. While Native Americans were presumably mindful of the fossils of these flying reptiles, they don't had anything to fear from them as far as being nibble nourishment.

Dread Birds: Well, these fear truly existed in the Americas and for some time were believed to be contemporary with the most punctual people in the Americas. In spite of the fact that they endure and flourished in primarily South America, some made it over the Isthmus of Panama land connect into Central and North America around 3 million years back. The latest of them is currently thought to have become wiped out about 1.8 million years back, a long time before people showed up on the scene.

Be that as it may, in any event, expecting people and dread feathered creatures were contemporary, why the fear? All things considered, these crows-on-steroids were up to ten feet tall and could jog after you at speeds up to exactly 37 miles for every hour. Family members of these beasts with similarly enormous snouts and claws have been found in Texas and Florida, and apparent spanned the topographical hole in the middle. All in all, should the locals have been apprehensive; apprehensive? All things considered, for this situation the top zenith predators likely capitulated to being at last human prey since the dread flying creatures, alongside the remainder of the North, Central and South American super fauna went wiped out in truly brisk brilliant design after people showed up on the scene. Presently people, if contemporary, most likely didn't take part close by to-wing battle with these indecent raptors, yet rather discovered their eggs as a convenient dandy breakfast nourishment supplement to their gatherer nuts-and-berries passage. Oh dear, no infant fear feathered creatures hatchlings; at last no dread winged animals. Regardless, dread winged creatures were flightless, similar to the emus, cassowaries, the ostrich and kiwis, also their terminated cousins the moa and dodos. Consequently, dread fowls don't accommodate our depiction of flying creatures that fly and pluck people off the ground and feel us to their young.

Mammoth Condors and Related: The Andean condor at 11 to 15 kg (24 - 33 pounds) is right now the Guinness Book of Records holder for being the America's biggest flying feathered individual from the avian tribe, in any event regarding an around 10 to 12 foot wingspan. The California condor at 7 to 14 kg (15 to 31 pounds) comes a nearby second with wingspans around ten feet. At that point too there was the Pleistocene [Ice Age] teratorns tipping the scales at 15 kg to 23 kg (33 to 50 pounds), immense raptors taking after birds with wingspans 12 to 17 feet over.

Generally speaking the meandering gooney bird is on a standard with the Andean condor for title of 'ruler of the wingspan' (up to 11 feet for the incredible gooney birds), however is anything but a typical sight in North America - at that point or now. There are a few North Pacific assortments which arrive at the western shore of North America, but since these are ocean feathered creatures, benefiting from fish despite the fact that rummaging carcass when ashore (remote islands) for rearing purposes. The chances that Native American Indians would have noticed the gooney bird as a customary piece of their condition wouldn't have been regular for other than those living right on the Pacific Ocean.

Presently the sixty-four penny question is, can any at least one of the above record for onlooker records of beast winged creatures kidnapping their companions in arms? Well any normal individual would dispense with monsters and Thunderbirds - they are fanciful and along these lines don't exist. One can't observer non-presence. Pterosaurs and pterodactyls were wiped out well before people were brainstormed in anybody's way of thinking. Fear flying creatures couldn't fly and presumably weren't really contemporary with people regardless. Condors, while large, aren't sufficiently large. I mean a normal human ought to be sufficiently huge to punch a condor's lights directly out, and unquestionably people are too enormous to even think about being conveyed over the condor's edge.

Condors (Andean or Californian) are really vultures and therefore foragers, taking care of basically on flesh, despite the fact that leaning toward enormous bodies like those of steers. It needs to take care of while on the ground, and regularly stuffs itself senseless when it comes over an appropriate supper that it can't, for some time, lift itself off the ground. This is not really a winged animal prone to be the wellspring of American Indian human-stealing folklore, in spite of the fact that the flying creature positively includes in Native American folklore. Be that as it may, as the condor is a jeopardized species, the winged creature had and has far more motivation to fear the locals than the reverse way around.

The wiped out teratorns anyway were contemporary with people (Amerindians), however while sufficiently enormous to raise more than adequate ruckus for a human newborn child, there's proof to recommend that generally speaking, the people were most likely more the trackers than the pursued when crunch came crunch.

Nonetheless, even at a load of fifty pounds and a wingspan of 17 feet, could a teratorn have really gotten and diverted a grown-up human, with a weight say at any rate twice or thrice that of the raptor? Fossil proof proposes that little warm blooded animals, even fish, and flesh were its standard methods for sustenance. Since the Native Americans state it's so - in any event as per their folklore - you need to ask yourself whether a 50 pound winged creature, who could clearly take care of its fair share and most likely more through the air, could really fly with a 100 to 150 pound payload? That is 150 to 200 pounds all up the winged animal is conveying. Well that is a quite huge inquire.

Has anybody seen an owl or a hawk or other flying raptor steal away prey a few times its own weight? Presently it may be one thing for a huge feathered creature to get you (particularly in case you're dead and not battling) and cart you away while in contact with the ground, similar to the fear flying creatures, in any event for a short route since after all you're still substantial contrasted with the winged animal. Be that as it may, it's very other pot of fish for a fowl to get you and really fly away with you with no leg and ground support by any means. Flying (fluttering wings) is extremely vitality concentrated under the most favorable circumstances (we've all observed fowls in floating mode so as to preserve vitality), far less attempting to lift up and fold wings with twice or thrice its ordinary body weight to battle with.

Presently we've all observed natural life narratives indicating a huge savage fowl swooping low over the water and afterward getting a clueless fish out of the water with its claws. Since fish may even be as huge and substantial as the feathered creature itself, however the prey can't be that a lot bigger and unquestionably not twice as enormous and overwhelming as the predator. The fledgling, so near the water, can not bear to be hauled somewhere around extra unmanageable load into the water - at that point it's bye-bye birdie.

Moving back to the land, raptor winged animals can and do assault prey a lot bigger than themselves. The bones of these huge prey creatures have been found in the raptor's homes or refuges. A hawk may assault a deer or grovel. The deer can't generally protect itself out in the open. In any case, saying this doesn't imply that that the falcon can really cart away the deer corpse entire, rather it will detach lumps one after another and divert them return style to the home. If not taking care of youthful, it very well might eat in on the spot, possibly fluttering endlessly whenever compromised by the presence of bigger foragers.

In human terms, an ordinary normal fit human might have the option to life twice its body weight however can't barely be relied upon to run an obstruction course conveying it. A large portion of a human's body weight perhaps, however not twice far less thrice.

Presently in progressively 'current' times, there have been a couple of sightings of goliath and other obscure flying creatures - critters that fall inside the domain of study called cryptozoology. Having investigated the 'advanced' (1850 to date) cryptozoological writing, most sightings end up being customary winged animals however maybe saw out of their ordinary region and therefore to some degree new to the watcher. Most unexplained avian species stay unsubstantiated and for the most part too little to even consider being the kind of critter we've been searching for. Sightings of beast feathered creatures, while they exist, have never yielded up the kind of information that would have affirmed their world. No excrement, no quills, no body, no bones. Obscure beast fowls, in the event that they do in any case exist, are coming up short on territory to stow away in; in actuality they likely have come up short on practical ecological living space. In the event that they haven't been affirmed at this point they most likely won't ever be. Moreover, any obscure North American flying creatures, beast or something else, would have since a long time ago been shot out of the sky by trigger-glad Americans.

Ends: No flying creature that is or was contemporary with people (like the America Indian) was equipped for lifting up and taking away something besides maybe a little baby; positively not grown-ups. Flying winged animals are lightweights - they must be so as to lift themselves out of sight. The biggest of the ruthless flightless fowls (dread flying creatures) were presumably equipped for running down, catching, and lifting up human grown-ups, yet that is not what the legends depict. Be that as it may, to a mechanically unsophisticated Native American, living hundreds to thousands of years prior, a UFO kidnapping occasion may just have sounded good to them in a Thunderbird related situation.

[mythicallore]

Dark Watchers

Meandering along the coast of California from Monterey County all the way up into central San Luis Obispo County is the Santa Lucia Mountain Range, a rugged expanse of peaks and wilderness that is imposing enough to have posed a hurdle to early Spanish explorers making their way to the California coast. It is a place of undeniable natural beauty and history, and it has also long been said to be the haunt of inscrutable shadow beings that seem to stand and observe our world from afar.

What have come to be known as the “Dark Watchers” are typically said to be very tall humanoid entities ranging in height from 7 feet tall all the way up to around 15 feet tall, dressed all in black and wearing flowing cloaks and wide brimmed hats, with many sightings also mentioning some sort of staves or sticks in the beings’ hands. Facial features are not typically seen, and they are almost always silent, enigmatic figures usually seen at a distance up on ridges silhouetted against the darkening twilight sky, always at around dusk or dawn, quietly looking over and surveying their domain with unknowable purpose and often vanishing in the blink of an eye, especially if one is to try and draw closer.

Such bizarre entities have been reported for centuries, with the accounts supposedly traced back to at least the Native Chumash tribe of the central coast of California and the Channel Islands, who apparently had a rich tradition of lore on these enigmatic beings and called them “The Old Ones.” Early Spanish explorers and Mexican ranchers also knew of them, referring to them as Los Vigilantes Oscuros, and they were often seen by early explorers and soldiers in the region, who described the unsettling experience of being observed by them from cliffs high above. These beings have been sighted ever since, going on to be mentioned in countless literary references and sightings reports. One very well-known literary mention of the mysterious beings was written of in John Steinbeck’s 1938 book The Long Valley, in which the creatures were written of in a short story called Flight, particularly in one passage that reads:

Pepe looked up to the top of the next dry withered ridge. He saw a dark form against the sky, a man’s figure standing on top of a rock, and he glanced away quickly not to appear curious. When a moment later he looked up again, the figure was gone. Pepé looked suspiciously back every minute or so, and his eyes sought the tops of the ridges ahead. Once, on a white barren spur, he saw a black figure for a moment; but he looked quickly away, for it was one of the dark watchers. No one knew who the watchers were, nor where they lived, but it was better to ignore them and never to show interest in them. They did not bother one who stayed on the trail and minded his own business.

This is undeniably based on the pervasive lore of these entities, and other writers at around the same time made mention of the Dark Watchers, including notably poet Robinson Jeffers, in his poem Such Counsels You Gave to Me & Other Poems, in which he calls them “forms that look human… but certainly are not human,” and says of them:

He thought it might be one of the watchers, who are often seen in this length of coast-range, forms that look human to human eyes, but certainly are not human. They come from behind ridges to watch. But when he approached it he recognized the shabby clothes and pale hair and even the averted forehead and concave line from the eye to the jaw, so that he was not surprised when the figure turning toward him in the quiet twilight showed his own face. Then it melted and merged into the shadows beyond it.

These literary accounts draw from the same local traditions, which have gone back centuries and continue on into this day. In the mid 1960s there was an alleged sighting of the Dark Watchers made by a high school teacher, who was out hiking in the range at the Monterrey peninsula. As he walked along he claimed that he had seen a tall dark figure looming up upon a ridge, which seemed to be in the process of merely standing and contemplating the scenery. The hiker called out to the mysterious figure and at that instance the entity simply dissolved from sight as if it had never been there at all. There have been numerous supposed sightings of these strange entities since, right up into very recent years. One strange occurrence was told of by a witness from Moreno Valley, California, who in 2011 said:

Many many years ago I was with a friend driving through a dirt field here in Moreno Valley near Allessandro (old east part) near what I believe were old abandoned barns, that I always had heard were haunted when my friends car broke down. (could have been coincidence, it was a beat up volkswagen bug) It was dusk at best and there was no way we were going to make it out of the field before it was pitch black and instead of chancing getting retardedly lost and/or hurt in the dark we decided to sleep in the car and set out in the morning to go get help to tow the car. (it was wayyyyy before the days of everyone having cell phones and quick help) As we were killing time, in the pitch black now, we were hanging out inside and outside of the car, killing time, sharing smokes, and we started to distinctly see what looked like black shadows, evenly distributed completely encircling us, they did not move, they stayed motionless but were of significant size and based on the distance, I would say at least the size of a small car like the bug we ourselves were in. Whatever these were seemed hunched over, perhaps kneeling. Time passed, they never moved and though we walked around the car and got in and out of the car to see if what we were seeing was some sort of optical illusion, yet we couldn’t explain or discredit what we were seeing. To this day, it racks my brain.

In 2013 there was a report made by a Elizabeth Benitez of San Mateo, California, who claimed to have seen the specters in broad daylight near the San Luis Obispo reservoir. She would say of this encounter:

I remember one day my friend and I were coming back from Los Angeles. We passed the San Luis Obispo reservoir, and as we drove on the road I saw something at a distance down at the end of the mountain. It was a really big human figure, but it wasn’t. It had a black cape kind of like the grim reaper and it was leaning over holding on to a staff at a “puddle of water” or so that is what it seemed at a distance. It was in daytime too, so I could identify it wasn’t a person. Even in mid light he was very black and reminded me of a raven. I told my friend that was driving to look over at the mountains, and surprisingly she was able to see a glimpse of it. I asked her what she saw without giving her my details, and she said exactly what I saw. She only looked at it for about 5 seconds, but she was able to see it. She almost lost control of the car too when she looked away at it, and I begged her to go back and see it, but she was very tired of driving already. These Dark Watchers are real!

Also in 2013 was an account from a witness known only as “Brian,” from Hollister, California, who claimed to have seen the entities as they were driving home. He would say of the incident:

We where coming home to the San Juan Bautista/hollister side when we saw a very large dark figure standing at the edge of the mountains which is extremely weird since I’ve never seen anyone cross over the barbed wire fence and I travel that road daily and at all hours. We drove by it slowly behind the figure noticing it staring off into the distant valleys and mountains (fremonts peak). It appeared to have a large cape with straight shoulders that where very broad. It seemed to have a hunch on it’s back. At first from a distance I thought it was a condor but when I got closer it stood almost over 10 ft tall. It did not notice us driving behind it but when we found a spot on the cliffy road to turn around and get a better look it was gone.

In 2015 there was a report from a long distance runner calling himself Joey, in Sylmar California. The witness said that he had been out training for a race in the mountains when he saw something peculiar, saying of his experience:

Time of day was 2:00 pm I was running and up in an area where no human could climb without gear I saw a black figure in plain day light. I never seen anything like it up in the mountain. Was darker than dark could not explain it. A year past and today again January 24th I saw it again and in the same spot.

There have been many other reports as well. As recently as 2018 there was a report from a witness from Ojai , California, who was out hiking in the mountains when he came across something very bizarre indeed. He would say:

I was hiking up a remote trail up the 33 in Ojai, I was about an hour up the mountain, no people, no cars in sight. as I was hiking, I had this eerie feeling I was being watched. I looked up at the top of the mountain. It was a black figure. I waved, jokingly, not really thinking the object was a person. It waved back. Thinking I was maybe tripping, or that it was a tree waving in the wind, I took a puff of my cigarette, only to see the figure blow out a plume of smoke as well. I started seeing it flowing, and I say flowing, almost floating vertically. I ran like hell back to my car, spraining my knee in the process.

There are numerous other accounts of seeing these inexplicable shadow beings out in the wilderness silently surveying the land, to the point that, rather interestingly, John Steinbeck’s own son Thomas Steinbeck wrote an entire book on the subject after having his own encounter. He would go on to research the lore of the Dark Watchers and pen the book In Search of the Dark Watchers along with co-author Benjamin Brode, which goes into quite a lot of depth into the phenomenon and its cultural origins. Some have pointed to this being a trick of light or illusion, but that somehow seems to be an inadequate explanation for the entirety of this phenomenon.

It seems that this is a phenomenon for which there are no clear answers, and those enigmatic tall beings dressed in dark upon the cliffs and ridges of these mountains at twilight remain a baffling mystery. Are these just illusions or hallucinations? If so, why should they be confined to this one mountain range? There is also the idea that this may be due to the presence of infrasound signals in the area, which can be caused by natural processes such as the wind along the rocks and can have strange effects on the human psyche, but again why should the Dark Watchers legend take root here of all places if that is the case, and why would the reports be so consistent in the appearance and behavior of the entities? Could this be something else? Are these some sort of supernatural or even inter-dimensional entities here on some unknown mission? It is impossible to tell, and the Dark Watchers of California remain a compelling mystery that really captures the imagination.

#dark watchers #california #creepy #supernatural #paranormal

[m-iel-r-blog]

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[plumedepoete]

Au chaud de ma chambre, Au cœur de décembre, Peu à peu, la nuit, Ses ombres et sa suie, Viennent à s’étendre Caressantes, tendres. Depuis longtemps Je guettais « l’instant », Ce moment de trêve, En suspens, où rêves, Cauchemars,… se marient Et font armoiries De moments caresses, Cent laps de tendresse,… Vient « la » pensée, Le souffle insensé D’une idée nouvelle Qui fera javelles Des plumes endormies Au champ à demi Mort de mon Parnasse Aux pléiades lasses. L’été n’est pas mort. Non : il bouge encor’ Aux landes d’Irlande, Aux neiges d’Islande, Où mon cœur s’endort, Frissonnant condor Au pays de l’Aigle, Rapace espiègle. Là, le craquement Du vent inclément, Fait frémir les branches Nues qui flanchent : Est-ce ration D’inspiration Que j’attends, réclame Du fond de mon âme ? La lune est fâchée, Aux nues attachée. Au mur, sans fin, passent Mille heures crasses, Sans grâce, sans mots, Pour panser mes maux… Drapée en sa brume Et nimbée d’écume Ma plume posée, De vers reposée, Se tait. Point d’errance, De désespérance - Vouloirs de velours, Devoirs de toujours - Ni de doux délire À muser en lyre. Mon encre, assagie, Joue à l’« Ici-gît », Fige l’écritoire Dans des crocs d’ivoire Loin des horizons, Papiers grisons, Où pépient des phrases Qui jazzent et jasent Venues de ces songes Que le sommeil ronge, Brisant leurs échos, Cahots en chaos. Ce soir, pas un pas. Je n’écrirai pas. Mon destin m’ignore, Rien ne phosphore En mon esprit lourd ; Et sous mes doigts gourds Muets comme carpe En quête de harpe, Rien, las, ne court. Et point de secours Hélas, à attendre Ni de lueurs tendres Pour, là, espérer Pouvoir opérer. L’infini se ferme. En frémit mon derme. Alors je me tais, Toute flamme ôtée En mon cœur. Silence. Tout d’insolence, Vaincu et trahi, Le noir m’envahit. © Christian Satgé - décembre 2019

#christian satgé #Ecrire #ennui #nuit

[expindus-blog]

La ride-festin-rouleau I

Tubes d'embruns des collages

        dentés de noir-rachacha

Précipité d'or os-mouillage

        dégrafé d'amphet

Couverture de gel descente

        de fat 450

Nous rattrapions la nuit

Qui pourrait porter tes yeux

        d'infra basses-visions

Nous avons nos âges filetés

         à cet âge

Le reste est parapluie et des

         fumées d'albâtre

         des pellicules d'aube

Des coursiers d'encens sous

         l'aride des pentes

La ride-festin

Nous étions ce qu'ils ne voyaient

         pas

Deep learning âges sombres

Mouillant les larges

         les à peu près

Gréant des mats bulbe-pavot

         guet-platines

Electronica

Avez-vous déjà eu peur

         sans bruit

Tas de sable-fond d'oreille

         des équilibres

         branchies-Drecxiyan

L'échine-dorsale

L'outil et la vision

Rave en champignonnière

         rentrée de fouilles

Des nouvelles aux vieilles

         lunes-nag champa

Sommes-nous le produit

         à nos trousses

Sommes-nous encore

         nous-même

Sommes nous

Par dessus la margelle

         l'esquisse minoenne

         appelle appelle

De l'épaule esquive la flamme

Ricochets pour quelques

         brisures

Miroirs pour quelques

        ricochets

Cartouche-solitude

Rail wagon- Roland-MC

        303-909

Contrôle des tickets

        des jours

        des hôpitaux

        mirage de vie

Fils où sèchent les singes

        de l'offrande

De la plus belle vague

Pitch

Caler des paquets pour

        le départ

Sur des environs nus

        bientôt infestés

Nous avons dansé sur

        des dentelles

Ramené des tombeaux

        ouverts

        un reste à venir

Dans ce reste à venir

        des restes d'avenir

Steppes-héroïnes

Murs liquides asticots aux

        doigts

Tabac roulé sample déroulé

Les corps tombent comme

        oiseaux s'envolent

Natte de pluie dormir entre

        grains de sable

Ride pour un festin

Le monde enfermé dehors dans une

        tête d'épingle

        seconde-inflation

Session avant derrière-lune

        pilon-datura

        masque-apostrophe

Mix-flux

Dans nos allées attendent

        nos morts solitaires

Fille aux cheveux de lin dépoussière le

        gris du ciel

        océan grisé  

Il ne restait plus qu'un

        matin

Nous en sommes où

        du monde

Crois-tu que la sueur ruisselle

        des livres

Les spectres grignotent

        sel-Ragounite

Droites liquide-pente

Serpents d'écume dans les ouvrages

        de la lune

Les grèves furent incendiées

Tombeau-opale arraché

        imaginaire

Seins cri-vaginal des

        auréoles

Esquive de rebond par

       manches de crotale

Se déridèrent les derniers plis de

       nuit

Phrase agonisante restée à

       jamais tue

Déclinent les II atmosphères

Détendeur

       pression roque

       intérieur-poussière

Itinéraires

       autres vitrages

       autres vues

       autres miroirs

       autres polissages

Interlope démesurée pensée en flamme

       dévers

Raccordement

       spasme-câble

       arc faible-plasma

Mouche infectée

       fin du combat

Chairs de coda qui codéinent

Elle s'est retournée tenant le miroir d'un

       revers

Bouffe large scalpel précipité

Traverses et travers ne surent tenir

      sang-incertain

      rebords-mondes

Chaque pas est un autre

Chaque trait de houle laisse la

      place

Chaque langue déplace le verbe

L'être en nage en Arles

Image

       saccades vitrifiées

       chambre bancale

Dehors l'étoile semeuse

       siphonnée

       hymen-ravine

Baie vitrée inflammée

Ongles narcotiques

Saut des travers traversant la

      démence

Quelques saccades pentes surinant la

      cadence

Fées cloutées de ciels perspectives

      chamaniques

Trous d'images condor d'apoplexie

Terrine organique diffuse tel

      un sonar

Etendue malaxée

Empreintes de mots tordus à la nuit à la

      piste des suites

Olivâtre incurvé figure tendue de

      noir

Glyphes méthadoniens parrain

      automatique

Vaisseau isolé suppurant par des

      fenêtres-arbres

Plaque de médecin clef de souillure

      bleuie

L'existence à jamais

      à rebours

Entretien de cale

      partisane

Existence au près

      à débord

Existence aux

      toujours

Au dessous des houppiers des

      tentacules d'ombres

Arrivage marin soudoyant le

      décor

Déesse où nulle nuit n'arrive assez

      forte

Amener son rebord au bord de

      transparence

Passage larvé

      incertitude

      fumerolles d'orage

      cendres étoilées

Anesthésie

Bipédie éloignée de la

      nage-atlante

Langage versant les salives aux ports

D'autres en partance s'essaient à la

      dérive

Epître pugnace

Immondices tus

Clairière du pourquoi

Sage-silence

      des latitudes

      des longitudes

      chute

Théâtre marionnettiste

      monde-propulseur

Parure de plume sans axe

Opuscule de nuit

Ferraille de route

Groupuscule aux

      synapses

Coulure de veine

Esprit en

      partance

Balle en détente

Jets et feuillets

      gravitationnels

Zone d'impact

Dropsie sanguinarine dropée

      terre-chilom

      argémone-noce

      millépore-yeux

      véglione-schouff

      thérapie ergotique

Tu as déposé tes yeux au ruban

      pélagique

      sulfures habitant l'organique

Reconstitué ta

      membrane

En toute fluorescence écris

      apparaître

Hiérophante grivois

Démâtage voile de moire dans le

      lointain perdu

Soliste qui dépiaute par la main de

      l'igname

      trompette les morts

Les dés sont noirs comme les miroirs

      de nos cendres amères

Qu'as-tu fais du brin de lumière

      gisant les stèles

      polaires antartiques

Le nagual a-t-il retenu sa vaste

      course

Eclaireur

Tempête

      oracle-glace

      souffles chauds

      goût matabiche

Méduses amblyopes se gravent

      d'organique

Caveaux-damasquinure

Nuée

      vélums déployés

      shantoung d'écume

Lamma sabachthani

      ne tardons pas

Etre au pied du mur

Non

Simplement

      apparaître

Etre au pied de soi

      même

Rien de

      trop

Regard-acide

       manège-naufrage

       vagabond minimal

Regardez de toutes vos dents

Un seul météore suffit à manger

       le ciel

Orgue-micropointe

Raveur sans escorte

Cortex-test-synapses

       120 BPM

       remorque-nuit

Instant dilaté

       envol des dunes

       plus de matin

       rien pour atterrir

Cosmos-goa transe

Annuité passée en un regard

Des trains futurs

      Detroit-Techno  

Mix-gerbes magnétiques

      aurore-plasma

      des hydrogènes

Poumons-airain

Stèle

      caveau de plage

      cerceau-grand rebond

      neutrinopaque

Dasein-oscille

Dasein-correspondance

Un être le là-bas pour un être

      le là

Il faut un là-bas pour

       dasein

Singularité laitière

Gerbe-inflation

Distance frigorifique

On ne reviens pas d'où tout

       vient

Pour exister il faut une

       absence

Absence-nourricière

Caler ses pieds à la

       démesure

Mesurer sa présence à

       l'absence

Perdre

       pied

Reprendre

       souffle

Enfiler sa

       membrane-forme

Réapparaître sous un

       autre braquet

Chimay bleue

       prébiotique

Engendrer un ailleurs puis

       disparaître

Souffleur de galet

Shore break où tu te

       déshabilles

Souvenirs de tes cheveux

      d'aurore

De ces matins sur tes

      accords

Plein de comètes fuselées

      d'or

Et d'improbables baisés en

       feu

Chaman-liquide

      line-up

      aube-neuroleptiques

Coursier d'allure en

      déserrance

Choisir sa vague

      la vague

S'engager à l'existence

      amant-sauvage

Transe-atlantique

      lointain-devant

      lointaine-présence

Sur des développés d'azur

      3ème oeil