Grungy and damp, a hole in the ground filled with remains of the fallen. A pungent odor rises from the opening, warding off anyone nearing the area. Ivory spikes with brownish red tips line the outside of the pit.
bone pit, Outside Temple
crow
flies
I am a household common fly. I go around in search of food and drink. My favorite is lamb which is not often served in this household.
Bzzz... CAW! CAW! *Dodge*  Bzzzzz.....  Say you're not one of those crows that can speak perfect english are you? CAW! Talking Flies! I bet that stupid Raven has never seen anything like this!  I take it you're here for the bodies?  Looking for food?  Personally I can't get enough of the smell.  I just laid a few eggs, and now we play the waiting game.  I'll have these bodies maggotized in no time! HAHA! Im looking for some shiny new baubles for my nest! Say, this has a nice sheen to it, don't you think?  Oh wow yes indeed!  If I had the strength I'd take one for myself!  I find these bodies are a solid nesting place though.  Nothing like a warm fallen body on a cold wintry night. I hear ya! Can't say I agree with your preference for the odor, but it sure beats these polar vortex temperatures! So, how many eggs did you say you've laid?  Oh geez I couldn't even count!  I just dive in there and start going to town.  For us it's a matter of quantity over quality.  I'd say... Maybe, 300 so far? That thing gets a little hard on the old beak after a while... 300, you say! You must be a bit of an overachiever!  Indeed!  Like my mother used to always say... Bzzzz! Well, I guess its better to overachieve than to underachieve. Me and the missus, we're only just starting out. We were living out by that old barn down the road, but those pesky ravens... they act like they just own the place and run all over. They think they're so smart! well, I bet they wouldn't know how to talk to some flies, huh? 