10/10/17
An ultimatum
Today I drew the Seven of Wands for August.
He’d been out feeding much of the night last night and brought me three squirrel carcasses to show for it.
“So, Writer, is this what you want? If I can’t feed off you, then I must feed off animals. I will bring you the still warm corpse of every animal that succumbs to my appetite, unless we can come to an agreement.” He toed one of the squirrels, I thought I saw it twitch. I shook my head.
“No. No agreement. I will salt the perimeter again. I will find a way to salt the walls. You can feed without killing. I suggest you do that, if you don’t want to starve.” I watched his brown eyes redden.
“I see why the universe is recommending courage today,” he said as he scooped up the squirrels and floated out. I wondered vaguely what he was planning to do with them, but I didn’t want to push him too far. It would be a mistake to forget how dangerous he is.
It's like a will-they/won't-they and the squirrels are mere foreplay.