» Hauntings & Healings

Our exploratory voyage continually reveals exotic lands; but these new abodes we pass over aren't the beautiful, fertile realms of our slain homeland. Nar...these are tainted, wild and dangerous places -- with damp, giant cousins of familiar foliage, unsolicited screams and living, writhing shadows. Tis a world well-suited for demons and their offspring. Her panicked scream of warning sufficiently  sharpens my complacent, half-awake focus; and influx of burning aggression is summoned in response. That chemical reply floods into my system, whelping from the unsullied desire to protect. Irises descend, narrowing furiously upon those airborne specters – monsters! The rind of these velvet rims are shucked to unveil buff colored teeth! Sun kissed arms banish inward, curling in front as I pull/lean backwards to slow any forward momentum with a tight, constricted grunt… Pastel tendrils flash irritably, lashing smartly into these painted cheeks. My head thrashes side to side; teeth agape as they snap, warding off attacks. On command, these metallic plates rush from their pulsing slumber; the scales click into their assigned position...wrapping me in a protective layer of mail. As that mask of iron slides into place - the pronged tips jerk side to side, valiantly searching for purchase; efforting to shove their cool alloy into the semitransparent neck(s) of our aggressors. Armored fringes continue their job to pummel with frantic, powerful strokes. Hopefully, those bladed primaries would slice whatever phantom came into reach and/or combine efforts with Zahra to ultimately throw them aside. “Zahra!” incisors snap hoarsely, tinged with concern. The next statement/order, ‘get out of here,’ becomes trapped in the back of my throat…their sheer number wouldn't let even one of us escape.

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