Post by Fraeya on May 28, 2018 18:19:43 GMT -5
The brooding hessian was laying upon the cavern floor, the stone cold and hard against his soft sable pelt. His heart was pounding against the threshold of his ribcage. He was not usually like this. But the nature of his dream had so disturbed him that he could feel his blood galloping throughout his veins in spite of himself.
He peeled back the curtain of his one violet visionary, the opposite orb forever sealed beneath a scarlet scar. His pillars shook minutely, from the ever so slight contraction of his hamstrings, with the weight of his tenement as he arose from his solid overcast rock bed. He had not risen in days. His visions often confined him to that one stretch of rock on the cavern floor as he convulsed in his trance-like state. The labrum of his snouth pulled back in a grimace as he labored off into the central cavern. Terrible things, terrible things he had seen. A prophecy of gross proportion.
He had to warn the Blood Rose Pack before it was too late.
He peeled back the curtain of his one violet visionary, the opposite orb forever sealed beneath a scarlet scar. His pillars shook minutely, from the ever so slight contraction of his hamstrings, with the weight of his tenement as he arose from his solid overcast rock bed. He had not risen in days. His visions often confined him to that one stretch of rock on the cavern floor as he convulsed in his trance-like state. The labrum of his snouth pulled back in a grimace as he labored off into the central cavern. Terrible things, terrible things he had seen. A prophecy of gross proportion.
He had to warn the Blood Rose Pack before it was too late.