STRANGER SHADOWS | open.

[Luciferr]

I ADMIRE IT'S PURITY

A dark ink lot stained the pale sands - the sun shining off an eyeless carapiece and the slow cooking stench of a body wafting from the viscera scattered around the pitch dark creature.

For here did BlackTide sit, absentmindedly gnawing through the carcass of a deceased slave while the days were slow - he had yet to venture out and cause trouble amongst their enemies, content to sit back home after the violence inflicted on enemy-snow-hive - it had taken its fill and scarred its enemies, so he was content.

The first signs of ridges along its form was the telltale indicator the beast would soon obscure itself away in the deep unreachable recesses of the pyramids only to resurface larger than before - soon it would shed its juvenile skin.

Soon,

But for now the juvenile apex creature was content gnawing the last dregs of meat from the bone before inevitably demolishing that too - for hungry were those about to evolve.

A noise to the side caused dark ears to prick up and the unseen eyes to glance in that direction - which strange-hive was disturbing its meal today?

© MADI