I cradled a child in my arms once, he bore the mark of a true warrior on his face. A sign from the gods, surely i thought as i ran my hand over the boys supple frame. I held his soft genitals in my hand, cradling them like a cup. I ran my hands over them, inspecting every detail. He looked up at me, with his large sad eyes. I looked at my friend, a crow named Cameron, perched on my shoulder. He let out a restless cry and flapped his wings twice. No, he was no good too me i decided. I carefully placed his body on the ground, and swiftly stomped on his neck. A large cracking noise sounded through the forest and the boy stopped moving, lying there staring into nothingness. I stood there a moment, enjoying the beautiful scene before me, before pulling out my knife and kneeling next to the boy. I cut open his torso and began searching through the organs for what i wanted. Eventually i happened across the rectum, and after severing it from the rest of the intestines i placed it in a satchel around my neck. I cut off his testicles, and popped one of them into my mouth and crushed it with my teeth, squirting its delicious juices everywhere. A treat for the road i told myself as a pocketed the other one. I wiped the wet mess from my long beard with a linen cloth, and began to head down the forest trail with a sense of disappointment.