Rainforest Cliffs
07-20-2018, 07:40 AM
(This post was last modified: 07-20-2018, 07:42 AM by Rift Presence.)
There is sudden movement, somewhere in the timber, the frantic rustle of foliage as something draws near.
The footsteps do not thump as though great weight bears down upon them, though the sharp rake of claws through the forest litter is not particularly quiet either. Danger lurks in the shadows and you cannot be sure that this unseen drama will not bring with it harm.
Through the trees and their long shadows to the west, a slender pink figure bursts into view and then promptly freezes in place; pupils ringed with the golden hues of sunset pin as it stares, examining each of you, perhaps sizing you up. It is a strange looking creature, elegant and confident in its poise. A beak clacks quietly, tilting curiously with its face, and long decorative feathers frame the look; wings adorn its waist, rimmed with black flights and the tail set steadily at its rear is blunt and unexpectedly short.
This is a Fimalgo—not the most intelligent of the Rift's surreal wildlife.
It creaks softly, enquiringly, bending a stick-thin foreleg and tucking the small claws upon its paw into a loose fist. Perhaps it wasn’t expecting to see you… Then, as suddenly and swiftly as it arrived into the slight clearing, the bird-looking beast (with eyes still fixed upon you) tears forward and slams headfirst into the thick, steady trunk next in line; it seems unhurt, thankfully, staggering backwards for a moment and tossing its ornate head.
Again it moves, this time with better focus, sweeping at stunning speed through the centre of your meeting and on out the other side—vanishing into the trees, towards the cliff.
Well, that was different?
The footsteps do not thump as though great weight bears down upon them, though the sharp rake of claws through the forest litter is not particularly quiet either. Danger lurks in the shadows and you cannot be sure that this unseen drama will not bring with it harm.
Through the trees and their long shadows to the west, a slender pink figure bursts into view and then promptly freezes in place; pupils ringed with the golden hues of sunset pin as it stares, examining each of you, perhaps sizing you up. It is a strange looking creature, elegant and confident in its poise. A beak clacks quietly, tilting curiously with its face, and long decorative feathers frame the look; wings adorn its waist, rimmed with black flights and the tail set steadily at its rear is blunt and unexpectedly short.
This is a Fimalgo—not the most intelligent of the Rift's surreal wildlife.
It creaks softly, enquiringly, bending a stick-thin foreleg and tucking the small claws upon its paw into a loose fist. Perhaps it wasn’t expecting to see you… Then, as suddenly and swiftly as it arrived into the slight clearing, the bird-looking beast (with eyes still fixed upon you) tears forward and slams headfirst into the thick, steady trunk next in line; it seems unhurt, thankfully, staggering backwards for a moment and tossing its ornate head.
Again it moves, this time with better focus, sweeping at stunning speed through the centre of your meeting and on out the other side—vanishing into the trees, towards the cliff.
Well, that was different?
the Rift
a dream deferred
a dream deferred
