Awaken Forsaken
11-10-2017, 07:19 PM
The Nightcomer had found his way to the begotten land some time ago and found that in spite of how long and how many had come to the island after their father’s chosen son, few could speak with the same horror and reverence that the foreign and faraway lands he had come from spoke of him. It was time he thought that he came into play. He had done little to hide himself from Amon and the others but had gotten bored waiting for them to react.
He took it upon himself then to hang a wolf by the neck from a fork in a low hanging branch and with one fluid motion had torn her in two, leaving her with her mouth hung open and her eyes turned to the heavens in a silent prayer to be free from the agony he had brought. He took what he had torn away and like a brush loaded with bile and viscera instead of paint; dragged the sundered half of the girl’s body in a clear path leading to cove before the isle.
This was not a threat. This was an invitation. A proud display that the third of the eldest litter had come at last. Andras Abraxas had arrived. |