Dismemberment;LawOfTheLand

From northward they came, headlong riders of the wind. Delegates of the garrote, each wielded no more than three, bagg-ed forms... ...hitched forcefully onto the reigns of their brutes. To instill their message, a left trail of innards disposed into our sacred water... only apprised the fright which had already gripped our hearts... well after sundown we waited, to the ragged symphonies of the people they held... ...the cries, ...the ear-deafening shrieks... the gored color of the water our only order. Yet even after this, the ghouls, (Aurin, forgive me), appeared slowly over the horizon. Alongside them dragged the forms they'd brought, a couple of them, weeping, moaning... the congregation nearing our harvest of palm. And under the setting sun, the creatures shrieked, in our huddled direction, raising in the air, three spires of what looked to be blades. ...the sudden, understanding screams of their prisoners silenced, as the lifeless hacked, and hacked... giving to the wind, the thick fluid of those who'd once lived. Only after looking about, did I see what affect this had on all... for the women... and the young... tear-stricken and hopeless, lifting their grief to the skies above. ...the creatures tightly huddled, as if in reverence.