Green Labyrinth
12-11-2017, 08:10 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-11-2017, 08:10 PM by Rift Presence.)
the Rift
She had fled from him before, but that didn’t mean that he hadn’t enjoyed the piece of her that was left for him. It was a small chunk of flesh, hardly anything of note, but he had won it from her, as though it were some sort of victory trophy – one that he had managed to keep before devouring it easily through that extended maw of his, lined with sharp daggers of teeth and a long tongue used to caress the kills he hunted.
But something was different this day, as he often reminisced about those that faced him and left. He hadn’t had eyes to peer at the creature that day she had walked into his home. But he did have a sense of smell and could tell with his translucent and thin skin when the small breeze in the caverns shifted. And so he was moving, as silently as he could, his large tail spiked with barbs dragging quietly across the ground as he positioned himself. His large snout peeking out from the shadows, those sharp teeth on a slow and menacing rotation.
“How’d I taste last time?” If he had a mouth he would have told her that he craved her now, but all he could do was hide in the shadows and wait for her to fall into his trap. His large hands poised and ready to try and swipe her to where he could pin her and gorge himself on yet another piece of her flesh. He didn’t know exactly where she was coming from, but he had a direction in mind where he sat still and waited.
But something was different this day, as he often reminisced about those that faced him and left. He hadn’t had eyes to peer at the creature that day she had walked into his home. But he did have a sense of smell and could tell with his translucent and thin skin when the small breeze in the caverns shifted. And so he was moving, as silently as he could, his large tail spiked with barbs dragging quietly across the ground as he positioned himself. His large snout peeking out from the shadows, those sharp teeth on a slow and menacing rotation.
“How’d I taste last time?” If he had a mouth he would have told her that he craved her now, but all he could do was hide in the shadows and wait for her to fall into his trap. His large hands poised and ready to try and swipe her to where he could pin her and gorge himself on yet another piece of her flesh. He didn’t know exactly where she was coming from, but he had a direction in mind where he sat still and waited.
@Otem he remembers!!
