We Have Been Starving

The earth seems to come alive with the entrance of these Helovians. It has rejuvenated the darkness of the land, giving it festering seething life, though it does not take kindly to the strangers, nor does it take its new lease on life for granted. One would think having life returned would foster light, warmth, thankfullness, but this land has been broken, forgotten, abandoned, and it will never forget. Like a toll keeper, the Rift will collect its fare, and none will be safe, least of all, those who have continued to call this land home, despite the way darkness seemed to prevail. But this does not hold true for only the equids, no, for more creatures inhabit this plane than just those who walk upon hooves. Monsters live here, and they have adapted. They have grown towards the darkness, shed their soft exteriors, evolved to flourish beneath the neon glow and the cold air. They have become formidable and more dangerous than ever before. And they are hungry. The ground shudders beneath clawed feet. Rear haunches stand higher than the shoulders, a tail snaking and whipping behind the great beast. Front claws, sewn to the ends of shorter front legs, are tipped with dangerous talons, just as the rear feet are. Spines rest in a neat row down the beast’s top line. From the shoulders and chest sprout two towering necks, each ending with the head of a dragon, their mouths containing the teeth of predators. Glowing green eyes rest within the skulls, and down the neck and body are rows of green chevrons pointing towards the tail, pulsing with sickening green light. The monster stalks through the trees, sending heavy drops of water showering down from their resting places within the trees. A snarl bubbles up through its throats as it hunts, peering out through the foliage in search of meat. There, through the dampened greenery, it sees it’s target. Jaws stretch open and it releases a hell-raising howl, and it thunders forwards, teeth bared, jaws snapping wildly as it seeks to find the sweet flesh of the hybrid stallion. Dinner is served. Sometimes the world doesn’t need another hero Sometimes what it needs is a monster

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