Your talons sink into yielding flesh, scissoring through hide with a wet rip that echoes off the rocks. Blood sprays hot across smoke-dark feathers, greasy tips matting as you haul the screaming weight skyward. Gravity claims it mid-drop, bones shattering on glittered shards below—ribs picked clean, your beak blunt and filth-stained, ready for the next joint to pop.
Boneflayers are cruel, vulture-like creatures that originated from a broken fey pact. The creatures aren’t content to wait for something to die and instead make their own carrion to gorge upon—they delight in snatching prey in their talons, carrying it into the air, and dropping it to its death. Boneflayers earn their name by using their sizeable, filth-riddled beaks to cleave flesh from bone and hoard the meat until it ages enough for them to enjoy.
Cults sometimes use boneflayer killing grounds as a source of bones to burn in ritual bonfires, occasionally making pacts with the creatures to pay or trade for the creature’s castoffs. Villages that fear boneflayer attacks ward them off with thundering drums or gongs whenever they circle overhead.
A lingering result of the fey bargain that created them, boneflayers are disoriented and diminished by loud, thunderous noises.
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