Riptide Isles
07-29-2017, 06:53 PM
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There are more murky outlines against the sky. One is glowing, another one is pale. The pale ones are easier to see against the storming, sunless skies. Excitement brings a mistake from the hunter—his entire, glowing blue back breaches from the water, giving away his predatory prowl from beneath the waves.
Far too many, sharp, replaceable teeth gnash together; the grinding of his massively powerful jaw is nearly audible above the waves.
Dark hungry eyes continue to stare, the Pistris’ circles growing tighter and tighter beneath the creatures on the ledge above. Blown is his stealth, so his massive fin and glowing back remain above the writhing sea—so that his predatory gaze may better see this potential meal above.
And then he leaps.
Thick tail thrashes against the waves, propelling his great jaws and clawed limbs out of the waves. Those sharp forelimbs scrabble against the rocky precipice, massive jaws open and reaching as lightning splits the air, gleaming against this mouthful of sharp teeth.
The bull Pistris is not picky; he will take whatever morsel is within closest reach of his jaws.
There are more murky outlines against the sky. One is glowing, another one is pale. The pale ones are easier to see against the storming, sunless skies. Excitement brings a mistake from the hunter—his entire, glowing blue back breaches from the water, giving away his predatory prowl from beneath the waves.
Far too many, sharp, replaceable teeth gnash together; the grinding of his massively powerful jaw is nearly audible above the waves.
Dark hungry eyes continue to stare, the Pistris’ circles growing tighter and tighter beneath the creatures on the ledge above. Blown is his stealth, so his massive fin and glowing back remain above the writhing sea—so that his predatory gaze may better see this potential meal above.
And then he leaps.
Thick tail thrashes against the waves, propelling his great jaws and clawed limbs out of the waves. Those sharp forelimbs scrabble against the rocky precipice, massive jaws open and reaching as lightning splits the air, gleaming against this mouthful of sharp teeth.
The bull Pistris is not picky; he will take whatever morsel is within closest reach of his jaws.
the Rift
what lies beneath
what lies beneath
