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Shrikes are my favourite cute little fluffy psychopaths. Cats could never.
They don’t shove them onto spikes so they’re not quite at shrike level, but leopards sometimes drag their kills up into the trees to hide them. Imagine walking by during a windy day and it starts raining monkeys and antelope.
Hallelujah!
Shimmering, miragelike, a tree of steel thorns appeared out of the haze and a sudden dust storm of ochre sand. The thing seemed to fill the valley, rising at least two hundred meters to the height of the cliffs. Branches shifted, dissolved, and reformed like elements of a poorly tuned hologram. Sunlight danced on five-meter-long thorns. Corpses of Ouster men and women, all naked, were impaled on at least a score of these thorns. Other branches held other bodies. Not all were human.
Lead, land atop this rock
Infinite path carved with unrivaled skill
