The Surgeon glanced up at the hearts that still beat within his tines, his own heart only just beginning to slow down once more, the green flesh pulsing and pumping like the wings of a trapped hummingbird.
"little black dog little black cat little black susie and her little black hat~!"
Whistling, scraping deep voice.
Resonating through the trees, small flakes of dark dried blood flaking in small granules from his pelt, drifting down to taint the pure forest floor, replaced by dark sanguine drops from the pulsing hearts impaled upon his tines.
Rivers flowed down over his back, down his slim legs, bloodied hoof prints upon the grass.
His metallic eyes remained blank, as if not really seeing anything at all.
