January 16, 2020, 02:43 PM
(This post was last modified: January 16, 2020, 02:44 PM by ThE nArRaToR.)
It comes in the night.
Hunger drives it; has dragged it from whatever hell it wandered and set it loose here. It is a great, lumbering beast, terrible and ugly, small dark eyes set far back in its great skull. Each heavy step seems a struggle, the great head rolls to the side and snaps at empty air and shadows. Sickness rolls off it, festering, and whatever intelligent thoughts may have driven the body once are decayed, gone. The bear stops, then, at the body of the once Warlord. Another sluggish snap at shadows, and then the great beast moves to tear, consume.
When the stars fade, and grey stretches tentatively across the sky, the beast is vanished. There remain only the signs that once, it walked there, and a body torn asunder.
Hunger drives it; has dragged it from whatever hell it wandered and set it loose here. It is a great, lumbering beast, terrible and ugly, small dark eyes set far back in its great skull. Each heavy step seems a struggle, the great head rolls to the side and snaps at empty air and shadows. Sickness rolls off it, festering, and whatever intelligent thoughts may have driven the body once are decayed, gone. The bear stops, then, at the body of the once Warlord. Another sluggish snap at shadows, and then the great beast moves to tear, consume.
When the stars fade, and grey stretches tentatively across the sky, the beast is vanished. There remain only the signs that once, it walked there, and a body torn asunder.
Written by @Hela
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alea iacat est - by ThE nArRaToR - January 16, 2020, 02:43 PM
RE: alea iacat est - by Vanity - January 16, 2020, 03:00 PM