GONNA RAISE A LITTLE HELL - Joiner

[Luciferr]

S I L E N T

AS ABOVE SO BELOW, WHAT YOU REAP IS WHAT YOU SOW

what passed between multitude of trees nearing the border could only be described as hideous, an affront on nature or a blasphemy of atomic proportions.

A thing of far too many limbs and tendrils, tongues and teeth - skeletal yet horrifically strong and as it padded the border length seemingly searching with its gaping sockets for eyes for something, viscous black drool dribbled from two sets of jaws and along the toothed seam that ran its chest.

Lower jaws parted and heinous black tendrils licked the air, tasting the quality of the radiated poison that still clung lowly to this place.

The creature had been a ‘king’ to things that lived here once in a similar much drier setting not that it had cared, it had been a means to an end - it had its fun and then it was gone, sick of trying to push the desert with little reward compared to the no doubt moe abundant food in this forest that meant it wouldn’t feel the gnawing hunger at its innards like the pitt’s Merger resources had left it in.

Word had it, this place was warring - still - with his former residence

Excellent really - it meant more variety for his palette if they allowed him here,

He hadn’t the chance to eat much Pittman last time except for their former poor excuse of a leader - they were ere a resource to be used when he found himself in a lead position.

Though he’d left it

Why would he rule what he ate for very long? The novelty had worn off like the sands wore the pyramids down and besides, the swamp air agreed its him far better - and frankly the lone attachment he’d had in the Pitt, with the little cub, was long gone now with her disappearance.

There was no point quite simply - so he’d left them to the newly stoked anger of the many other clans and simply haunted battlefield edges like some grotesque vulture, consuming biomass of the fallen.

It is what it is.

Silent padded on his gangly malformed looking limbs, claws scraping in the mud before he halted, skeletal form cracking audibly as he twisted his neck and the bulging spine shifted.

”my name is silent I’ve come here for joining” if they tossed him away he didn’t care, simply meant he’d have to keep wondering rather than a steady place to sit while he rested for what passed as rested one such as he.

#psychosocial.