It was cold, bitterly cold. Snow was heaped up in powdery piles, a thousand pinpoints of color glimmered on their smooth surfaces. the trees branches groaned with added the added weight of frost and ice. Many had formed huddles to shield themselves from the frosty winter air. He did not feel the cold, in fact he felt nothing at all, but he did stare intently at the small form before him. His long purple tongue slithered out of his beak like a summoned serpent and caught several snow flakes, the action would have seemed innocent or cute if done my anyone but him, in truth the only reason he had done the it at all was because a small fawn had playfully licked at the falling flakes moments ago. He had been watching the young one for some time and all of her actions her repeated, with a lethargic slowness that only comes from one that should be dead. She smiled, his twisted beak cracked into a horrible grin. She danced, his chipped hooves shuffled in the snow and tattered feathers droped from decaying skin. She had been playing with a companion, but with a bow and a smile the brightly colored stag disappeared. It was what he had been waiting for. She had her back to him still staring after her friend. Lurching forward he stumbled up to the fawn, his chest bumped into her back. Turning around she looked up at the looming figure before her. He could see a scream building up in her thin chest. Snapping his head forward he grabbed her face in his scisor-like jaws. He felt her small skull crunch under the pressure, so delicate, like an egg shell. He let go and watched her stagger around with gleeful amusement. Laughing he stumbled around in circles with her. “whee!” the sound was garbled and mangled coming out on his shredded throat. Stopping he walked forward and pinned her small frail body under his hooves. He almost gently licked away the grey of her brains that spattered the side of her pale face. He wished that his game could last longer, but the life was slowly ebbing out of the fawn so with a sigh he ripped out her throat, ending it all. His dissapointment didnt last long though, and munching happily on her innards his bone of a tail wagged in satisfaction. Browsing the contents of her chest cavity he ripped out her heart and popped it between his beak squelching the organ meat in delight. After he had finished not much was left, only a few splintered bones and torn flowers. Distantly as he was leaving a mother called for her daughter, a dry laugh burst from his riddled lungs. He began to sing a broken and haunting melody, a twisted contorted version of a lullaby. "hush little baby dont say a word, momma's gonna get you a mocking bird." only a trail of mouldered feathers made proof of his existance.