This thread will be violent and possibly disturbing. Intending for this to be a solo.
Water slushed about as her wooden bucket dangled from a taloned hand. The avian mistress approached the spot she had left her victims. Tied to poles atop a grassy hill, facing towards the horizon. Sol would be rising soon. Bringing with it daylight and a happy welcome to the guests that Grackle intended to introduce to Sol’s domain.

“Grackle very very excited about sacrifice,” the kenku was giddy with joy, “Grackle hopes that sun rewards her with tasty meal!”

Solus corrected her other half, “now now dearie, remember we work to bring these mortals solar salvation, not for our own reward.” Their beak grinned with satisfaction in unison.

“Grackle wants to hear story again, is a good story!”

“Right-o dearie, I can tell it once more,” she told herself as they neared the spot of their victim’s reckoning.

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Eight hours earlier...

Centered and flanked by two associates, the round hat wearing leader spat some of his chewing tobacco on the ground. He narrowed his gaze and looked the kenku over once before questioning, “so yer the one they said could get this job done?”

Nodding with determination Solus answered rapidly, “yes yes dearie, please just point us in the right direction and we will spread the truth to them within the hour.”

Grackle was also in agreement, “Grackle is hungry, very hungry, please tell us where to feast!”

“Right...” the leader raised an eyebrow in confusion. “Well, they’re in a farm house, not but a twenty minute walk down that dirt path,” he instructed pointing westward. “May not have told you but, it’s a family of four. Behind on their payments, threatening to report our ‘activities’ to the local duchy, bad for business ya know?”

“Right-o dearie, we will make the meddlesome family go away,” Solus assured him, “then we meet back here, say, three hours from now?”

“Grackle want see again. In three hours,” she yelled whilst turning her head.

As the bird waltzed away from the trio the leader stood there for a second before gathering his words, “fucking kenku... though if they can clean this up in three hours we should round up their payment boys.” Twirling a finger the dusty hatted man and his cohort took their leave. Paying visits to local businesses in order to retrieve the gold they felt was owed to them. They’d give a sixth of what they collected to the arsonist they just hired, once the deed was done of course.

Four-toed prints dotted the dirt road as the iridescent feathered kenku marched her way through the darkness. One step after another drew her closer and closer to the farm house she intended to incinerate into ash. Insects of the night buzzed around her, occasionally drawing too near her hands, only to be consumed by the intense heat she generated.

Night was a test of faith for follower’s of his solar embrace. Often, Solus would light a blaze just to keep the pair company in such dark times. A dancing, glowing reminder of their slumbering god. They had to get used to the dark as their services were typically requested at night. Non-believers wished to be certain that Grackle’s handiwork would kill her targets and that was most reliably achieved by burning a dwelling whilst its inhabitants slept. Sometimes a few would awaken mid-inferno. They’d come running out of the plumed flames for refuge only to meet the sun’s harbinger headfirst. She would burn their legs, pluck out their eyes, and feast. Then immolate their bodies in righteous flame. Excitement grew as she anticipated a wonderful night of ritual.