Green Labyrinth
08-02-2017, 11:21 PM
Zahra & Ilham
It was pride that turned angels into devils
The smog, those sinister shadows that crept an crawled, alive with cold burning eyes, were receding slowly and to the west of the rainforest a vast new section of continent was apparently unveiling. But it was not like the shade she remembered, withering beneath the dawn of morning light, nay, this living blackness seemed to struggle, resist, and Zahra watched with interest, wariness, from her pinnacle in the sky.
As she circled beneath the ever burdened, grey cloud, pale eyes observed the evolution of a shadowy figure still more eerie than anything, here - in the rift - that she’d been witness to; a canine, who seemed to fashion from the writhing mists themselves.
Below him, tortured souls seemed to materialise, creatures that (unbeknownst to her), had long been lost to the sands of time. The golden-bellied mare observed them with budding worry, unsure just what the strange phenomenon unfolding meant; the rift had proven time and time again, to be a dangerous place.
Soon, tangible fangs took precedence in those billowing, shadow-forged jaws, and beneath the flash of fierce crimson eyes, the otherworldly creature was a fearsome sight to behold. The god snaps and snarls commandingly, and it appears that those haunting eyes submit; slithering back, twisting and contorting at his will.
"Da! LOOK OUT!"
The darkness, wicked and writhing, had doubled in strength when it seemed they’d pulled back. Now, they flared forward, gathering towards Zahra and her Da, with spine-chilling eyes fixated upon them. Hurriedly she began to beat her wings, desperate to ward them away with the strength of the wind. "Push them away!" She cried frantically, panting in vain attempt to wield them away.
@Eleos
