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09/10/2021 10:23 PM  Pursuer. [Short Sample.]   Loathsome jewels from the fiery pits of the Underworld savor the spoils ahead. Even under the blanket of night, the pale moon provides enough light for one to delight or to dread at the moment. The faint shudder of flesh and gaze is enticing. The helplessness, stiff and sore, living statues of once sprightly limbs and lips, magnificent for malice to marvel upon. A band of six, man, woman and children, recently fled from a distant village they lived in, torn apart and drowning in flames. The dirt and bruise on their bare skin where tattered cloth fails to hide suggest hardship from the searing need to be out of peril by the spirited savagery of an otherworldly creature. Tired of running, tired of cheeks and lungs stung by sorrow, the languished lot keep their sore feet on this patch of earth surrounded by aged trees. What hulking horror ahead to be enthralled by are numbing the nerves. Nerves once crying and begging for frightened souls to flee; flee to farthest lands. Flee from the terror that remade a once humble home into scorched rubble. On this forest clearing, encumbered by growing weariness, these survivors recur what they once were in their desecrated village: prey to towering monstrosity. The monstrosity itself before them heightens the fear leaving them petrified, to consider the least. A colossus in black hide with horns on its head and hooves planted on the soil. Grow a ghastly grin, pleased predator. “All that strength to flee... w a s t e d.”     0 Comments

04/03/2021 05:57 PM  Playmates. [Short Sample.]   Unmake a hill with a heavenly hammer! Hard hide crashes onto the lifted earth with awesome power! The green plains are colored with the vociferous roar of this catastrophic kiss of flesh and dirt. Chunks of soil are tossed up and away. A tree of ash and dirt grows swiftly making a small volcano out of this violent extravagance. Half a minute flies by. A monstrous chuckle can be heard from the fading hysteria of rumbling sound. A pair of fiery eyes permeate through the murky tower. Something is moving inside the tree of smoke. A being thrice the height of three adult men if each is standing on the shoulder of another. With the mess in the air settling down, its face is better seen, shaped like bull. The hide it has is coal-black. Limbs portray vigor that can lift boulders with ease. If it were human, the fall would have killed it. But human it is not nor it is weak despite this result of a failed attempt. But what caused it to lay upon this ruptured hill? Or who? “Splendid,” growled with glee, the creature on the former hill. “I expected nothing less from a Remnant of the old ocean of creations. Splendid.” The dangling end of a grey cloak is billowing from the breeze tens of yards above the earth. Before the glare of the afternoon sun stands the silhouette of a hood. This form is aloft without any worry of the pull of the world below. Whoever this is, their meadow-graced pearls surrounded by a corspe hide are staring down at the beast within the risen smoke and dust. Friend or foe, the creature is amused by the talent of the cloaked angel. “You bear the strength of a god yourself, dear Beast,” rebutted the man, courtesy and bravado in how he flaunted his hidden tongue behind a cloth mask. “The day is young. Surely, this match will not end with you simply resting on that hill.” If denied with all this pitiful eyesore of a vagabond’s thread, the smirk of the man in grey would be palpable. A guttural chuckle is produced by the bull-like creature. Slowly, it rises from the ground. It tilts its head left and right perhaps to remove any dirt on its head. The pair of horns it has followed along with the gesture. Perhaps a bone or two on the neck is given an invigorating crack. Devilish gaze is set upon the cloaked fellow. “A fair point, Sir Grey. Thus, permit me to... retort.” Knees bend. The pair of hooves dig into the disheveled earth. A grin forms beneath its snout. Crackle away, rattling air as the speed of sound is challenged! The creature tosses itself high to close the gap between the man and itself. The left arm is cocked and a fist clenched to greet the cloaked stranger with something fierce and unfriendly. The man jolts his shoulders and a knee to force himself to pull back and evade the incoming trauma. Too late and too slow a reaction. S M A S H ! Fist kisses the cloth-covered chest! The cloaked fellow is hurled mightily up into the sky in a wide arc. The creature is pleased that its single blow landed. Crackle once more, the rattled air! The beast uses this formless sea of breath as a brief platform to toss itself again in an attempt to pursue the dislocated man. To its delight, the other is already twisting his limbs to fight the grueling predicament he was given and regain heaven-blessed balance. Roar on, self-hurled monstrosity! Playmates above the verdant plains, man and beast, through power and fury.   0 Comments

04/01/2021 02:37 PM  GTRO: Get the 𝙧𝙤𝙘𝙠 off. [Short Sample.] Current mood:  silly   Smooth thuds are made by a pair of hooves on the unpaved road. The creature credited for this dull song of an onward journey is adorned in a tattered wheat-colored cloak. The lower end of the veiling thread is swaying from the travel and the mild breeze. A large hood with the same tint as the cloak is embracing much of its head. A bovine snout is prodding out of the cloth cuddling the noggin. Human in presence for its Olympian stature and bipedal stroll, but human it is not. What spawned this beast and where it hailed it from, one can muse either in silence or with sticking the nose where it may not belong. The faraway blue-orange gradient canvas of twilight is a radiant reminder that the sun will soon rest from its dazzling duties. If those brilliant rays do meet the hidden eyes, the latter may yield to glimmer amber red. How peculiar that even with the denial of decent gawking, the creature seems to trek without trouble what lies ahead. Perhaps it knows the road, walking it several times before. Or perhaps its senses are heightened that sight can be put aside to pay attention to things another way. Maybe its snout is divine, sniffing aptly what or who is before it so it can react well enough. Or... maybe not. One of its hooves gets caught upon a chunk of stone on the road the size of a tangerine. It stumbles forward! The creature jolts from head to hooves! Thankfully, one foot catches ground again and it soon regains balance. Two yards forward is taken, the beast stops and then turns to give what bothered its journey a stern look. “Cursed rock!” it clawed the air with such brooding scorn. A set of brief shuffled hasty steps is taken. Fly forward one foot. Stomp it down with the other heartily swung back. Swoop down for a vigorous kick upon the irksome thing! “Away with you!” It watches the rock fly high and away like a flea crossing a chasm between two cliffs. The hood is tossed back, revealing the face of a coal-hide bull dulling away what frustration that awakened within it from the far-flung rock. Well, the beast may not be human but it sure can display a temperament of a vexed one. It grumbles, out with a misty breath after a growl and soon returns to the direction of the road it needs to go. Further onward, bothered beast.   0 Comments

03/31/2021 02:08 AM  The Beast Approaches [Short Sample.]   Bellow the thunderous chorus of mighty Vesuvius! From atop the wavy wall of earth more than a mile high, its advent is being powerfully pronounced. A pitiful drop within the colossal cosmic cauldron. But in these lands, it is a fearsome force to be reckoned, capable of reshaping a nation for the worse. Tremor and terror for the ears, the guttural booming tenor and bass it brings. Eyes fashioned from the fiery pits of the Underworld are leering upon the mud-smeared sky while prolonging this atrocious aria. Fingers, each the size of a man’s forearm, are curling in. Each bears a sharp claw, together nearly kissing one another from the stiff curving clench. Writhing nerves prod out from its stalwart coal-black hide, temples to thighs. What volcano of violence boiling within this vile vocalist is excited to burst forth and bring the fruit of devastation without yield. It is no god in graceful scale, but it breathes heartily a song of the storm, this creature aching for retribution. The people on the distant fields below with all their little troubles and petty squabbles dared to cross it. Not through direct confrontation with this hulking behemoth aloft two hooves, no, but harming one it dearly cares for. Terrible things have been done for love. If it is true for man, why not for a beast? This angered Goliath is beyond insulted that they left its friend battered and on the brink of death. Soon, kindness shall be returned. No quarter shall be given. Their flesh, it will flay, perhaps feast on. Their bones will be scattered once crushed into chunks and dust. Their blood shall paint the walls and streets. Its ear-splitting roar soon fades more than a quarter of a minute after it was freed. Peering Hell-spawned gems are eagles upon the prey by the hundreds. They better hope that their swords, spears and sorcery are enough. For when this slighted calamity from dark origins enacts its wanton will, the outcome shall be ghastly... gory... and glorious. Onward into the air with an Olympian leap! The Beast approaches to make woeful waves. Its goal: v e n g e a n c e.     0 Comments

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