The Unraveling - It Creeps
11-27-2024, 12:01 PM
Setekh’s lips curled into an amused smile, his molten gaze fixed on the abomination clawing its way along the earth. He stood amongst the shadows of the thick growth of the isle, ivory coat barely masked by the tricking sunlight from the canopy above. Auster had not been one of his usual haunts so he knew less of it than Boreas, but… this creature was beyond his expectations.
His claws tapped idly against a stone at his foot as he observed the massive being—a grotesque formation of eyes, fangs, and iridescent scales. It gave him the impression of a weapon, crafted by mother nature herself. The monstrosity thrashed its appendages, tipped with barbs and weighed down by dragging vines, as if the very earth birthed it and set it free—a confused newborn. It was spectacular. It moved with some inconceivable purpose, clawing along, moving towards the edge of the island. What could be its goal?
Setekh’s sharp gaze caught a flicker of motion from an approaching wolf, one of the first of many, but unmistakable to his eye—Laniatus. It had been some time since communication with their ravens had been severed, but of course such a capable son had still managed to arrive to the lands unscathed. Setekh let a grin crawl across his maw, glee entering his chest as he watched his son climb atop the creature and begin an assault.
Others soon joined the fray, some mere spectators, some poised for violence. Setekh lingered at the periphery, his amusement glowing in his molten fire gaze.
Surely the creature was capable of defending itself, of attacking—but would it be a being of bloodlust or necessity? He chuckled softly to himself, the low sound carrying an unsettling rhythm as he hummed a tune. The Ivory God’s began to calculate, mind churning, studying the beast’s. Perhaps there was more than animalistic light within its many eyes… Or perhaps it was as dull as cattle. A giant, yes, but a bug nonetheless?
Setekh’s tail swept behind him as he took a few languid steps forward, wondering if he would also get caught within the disaster zone should the beast begin lashing out. He wouldn’t interfere—yet though. For now, he would let Laniatus and the others bleed and tear at the creature. Their efforts would expose its weaknesses, reveal its vulnerabilities, and perhaps—just perhaps—Setekh would step in when it suited him, a savior or a serpent, depending on the need of the moment.
His claws tapped idly against a stone at his foot as he observed the massive being—a grotesque formation of eyes, fangs, and iridescent scales. It gave him the impression of a weapon, crafted by mother nature herself. The monstrosity thrashed its appendages, tipped with barbs and weighed down by dragging vines, as if the very earth birthed it and set it free—a confused newborn. It was spectacular. It moved with some inconceivable purpose, clawing along, moving towards the edge of the island. What could be its goal?
Setekh’s sharp gaze caught a flicker of motion from an approaching wolf, one of the first of many, but unmistakable to his eye—Laniatus. It had been some time since communication with their ravens had been severed, but of course such a capable son had still managed to arrive to the lands unscathed. Setekh let a grin crawl across his maw, glee entering his chest as he watched his son climb atop the creature and begin an assault.
Others soon joined the fray, some mere spectators, some poised for violence. Setekh lingered at the periphery, his amusement glowing in his molten fire gaze.
Surely the creature was capable of defending itself, of attacking—but would it be a being of bloodlust or necessity? He chuckled softly to himself, the low sound carrying an unsettling rhythm as he hummed a tune. The Ivory God’s began to calculate, mind churning, studying the beast’s. Perhaps there was more than animalistic light within its many eyes… Or perhaps it was as dull as cattle. A giant, yes, but a bug nonetheless?
Setekh’s tail swept behind him as he took a few languid steps forward, wondering if he would also get caught within the disaster zone should the beast begin lashing out. He wouldn’t interfere—yet though. For now, he would let Laniatus and the others bleed and tear at the creature. Their efforts would expose its weaknesses, reveal its vulnerabilities, and perhaps—just perhaps—Setekh would step in when it suited him, a savior or a serpent, depending on the need of the moment.
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Rated R for mature themes, gore, violence, and abuse.