08-03-2022, 01:31 AM
(This post was last modified: 08-04-2022, 03:57 AM by Adrian Kane.)
The kingdom shook amid the battle of two mighty wills.
No. Three, thought the creature lounging in its lair. It was an enormous figure dripping with shadows like loose skin from its body. A pair of horns thrust from its skull like spikes. The disturbance throbbed in its head, and the white of its buried eyes narrowed with distant disapproval.
The creature rose from his throne, a spire of darkness bathed in cold starlight. It was at least three times the height of any mortal man. Its skeletal form was stretched naked with tight skin that ripped and reformed as it moved. The starlight was washed away by two powerful wings lifted from its back. One beat of their leathery power and the creature plunged into its realm, landing upon the lap of a dead pool.
The force that drew the creature dissolved to a whisper, but the creature sensed what was left behind. It could see the tear in the dream like a hound sniffing for blood. The creature's will was beyond that of the injury, and in moments it reformed the fraying fibers before a new pocket be opened. A snarl tugged its lip, talons of teeth bared angry for the one that caused the rift.
“Mara,” it growled, turning upon the diminutive girl. It knew her name. Had reprimanded her before.
“I’ve warned you…” he said, suddenly interrupted. The creature snatched Mara, wrapping her in its wings and together they shifted.
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The Sandman
No. Three, thought the creature lounging in its lair. It was an enormous figure dripping with shadows like loose skin from its body. A pair of horns thrust from its skull like spikes. The disturbance throbbed in its head, and the white of its buried eyes narrowed with distant disapproval.
The creature rose from his throne, a spire of darkness bathed in cold starlight. It was at least three times the height of any mortal man. Its skeletal form was stretched naked with tight skin that ripped and reformed as it moved. The starlight was washed away by two powerful wings lifted from its back. One beat of their leathery power and the creature plunged into its realm, landing upon the lap of a dead pool.
The force that drew the creature dissolved to a whisper, but the creature sensed what was left behind. It could see the tear in the dream like a hound sniffing for blood. The creature's will was beyond that of the injury, and in moments it reformed the fraying fibers before a new pocket be opened. A snarl tugged its lip, talons of teeth bared angry for the one that caused the rift.
“Mara,” it growled, turning upon the diminutive girl. It knew her name. Had reprimanded her before.
“I’ve warned you…” he said, suddenly interrupted. The creature snatched Mara, wrapping her in its wings and together they shifted.
The Sandman