Marrion don't make friends so good. If his name was Steve or Carl or Greg or Jim, he'd probably have lots of friends. But that's not his name. His name is Marrion. Yes it IS a guy's name, thankyouverymuch, and he shares it with John Wayne, he'll have them know, but of course, none of them care. So he waits. So he waits for them to go away. Waits for them to go way away, waits for them to move on, waits for them to forget about him. He'll wait for his turn. He'll wait for them. He'll wait for you. He'll lurch over you at night, in wide-eyed anticipation, from the top of your bookshelf. It can take an hour, it can take a day, it can take a hundred years. He'll wait. The end will be the same. He can wait.

Carrion Marrion is about two and a half feet tall, maybe a little more. He weighs quite a bit, since he's kept upright by a sandbag in his belly. His back is bony with prominent shoulder blades, and a bumpy, bent spine. His chest, ankles, and wings are covered in feathers. For the wings, a black feather boa was completely eviscerated. Being supported partially by wire, his neck, jaw, wings, and toes are all pose-able. The claws and the skin around the beak are made of this weird air-drying molding stuff from Dollarama. I have no idea what it is, but it's like foam-rubber playdough, I guess.

My dog chewed up this model once. He ate off the beak and took part of the chest. This is the rebuilt version. I'm actually glad the little stinker got into it, since it looks a BILLION times better as vulture 2.0.

Unfortunately, it didn't survive its second disaster. This past december, my apartment flooded, and Carrion Marrion was among the casualties, and couldn't be saved.

Carrion Marrion is one of Abbi Normal's "Imaginary Friends" ooak creatures.