a beast made from chaos
The island groans with the birth pangs of what is to come. Life blooms wrong and twisted. Time and magic twine together and fall in upon themselves. This day the leaves are razor sharp, rain falls and chimes off them with a thousand notes that gather into an eerie symphony.
The island shudders for it knows what it has birthed and what is still to come. But for now her latest creature prowls, muscular and black, through the razor-sharp forest. Leaves, keen as scalpels cut across its skin and it bleeds, golden as the sun. It roars with fury, it howls at the agony of the wounds that sting and gape. The island turns upon its creation.
The creature is black as a raven and smooth as satin. Its body is sleek and muscular as it prowls, ravenous. It follows a scent trail, already salivating at the smell of the mare it pursues.
Its hunt is slow, slow, there is never any rush, though the island threatens her creation, Though she promises to unmake the monster that came from her stone and soil womb. Maybe it is the Night that hunts Aghavni, determined to bring her home, or maybe it is just chaotic magic, but either way its hunt is nearing its end and its path crosses at last with Aghavni’s.
From the brush it slinks, and stops before her. His golden eyes drink her in as its three tails rise, each like a scorpion’s ready to strike. Its prey pauses and the beast falls still, but oh it is so ravenous, it has not fed since the beginning of time. It howls like a lion, roars like a wolf and skitters like a rat as it lunges with talons for claws and a mouth that opens wide enough to swallow the world. The beast lunges for the mare.
It will feast tonight.
The island shudders for it knows what it has birthed and what is still to come. But for now her latest creature prowls, muscular and black, through the razor-sharp forest. Leaves, keen as scalpels cut across its skin and it bleeds, golden as the sun. It roars with fury, it howls at the agony of the wounds that sting and gape. The island turns upon its creation.
The creature is black as a raven and smooth as satin. Its body is sleek and muscular as it prowls, ravenous. It follows a scent trail, already salivating at the smell of the mare it pursues.
Its hunt is slow, slow, there is never any rush, though the island threatens her creation, Though she promises to unmake the monster that came from her stone and soil womb. Maybe it is the Night that hunts Aghavni, determined to bring her home, or maybe it is just chaotic magic, but either way its hunt is nearing its end and its path crosses at last with Aghavni’s.
From the brush it slinks, and stops before her. His golden eyes drink her in as its three tails rise, each like a scorpion’s ready to strike. Its prey pauses and the beast falls still, but oh it is so ravenous, it has not fed since the beginning of time. It howls like a lion, roars like a wolf and skitters like a rat as it lunges with talons for claws and a mouth that opens wide enough to swallow the world. The beast lunges for the mare.
It will feast tonight.
A terrifying creature from the island has chosen @Aghavni as its prey. She will need to find a way to defend herself or else she may face her demise.
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