The Portal
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Nostromo had, of course, seen winged creatures before - but as with the ones he had encountered in the rift, the filly that approached him looked awkward with the extra appendages hanging off of her body. How would she ever grow into a warrior with fragile targets pinned to her? Though she seemed to be touched by the Rift - that black liquid stunk of this place - it was clear from her question that she was not from here. She was an intruder, an invader, and unwelcome as any of them.
He imagined what her wings would taste like, imagined how it would feel to crush the fragile bones within them with his jaw, and he could feel the saliva starting to pool around his sharp, silver teeth. It almost didn’t matter that his belly was full, that the blood from his last kill was still fresh where the remains of the body were left by the shore of a lake. But he had come here with a job, with a purpose, and he couldn’t be blinded by his insatiable hunger. “Yes.” His voice was a growl, accented by an otherworldly clicking noise somewhere in the back of his throat as he looked down to her. No questions for her rose in his mind just yet, so he stayed quiet - the glow of his eyes as they focused upon her the only indication that she still held his attention at all. Behind him, his prehensile tail flicked slowly, dragging across the ground and digging a shallow trench where the blade moved. There were questions forming of course, and very soon he might have some he wished to speak, but for now he was trying to determine what matter of child this was - the worthless kind, or the useful kind. |
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