My 4th and best black fantasy moc so far, Nightmare.
About this creation
I walked across the barren black hills, alone. My fellow travlers were killed by those black horros. why did they continue to spare me? Is this some kind of punishment, am I doomed to be the last one? I heard a high-piched cry far off behind me, it was a sound of the likes I had never hear before. It seemed to eminate fear, sending shivers down my spine. Another cry from behind closer now. I turned but could see nothing through the blackness. I quickened my pace continuing on away from the cries. Then another from the front, I froze, dreading what creatures would appear. More and more screams, they were all around me!
I squinted into the darkness, and then I saw them. Ten sets of orange eyes moved towards me, I was surounded. The creatures were as tall as a house, their eyes shown like flames through the night.
Tentacles writhed on their backs, as if they had a mind of their own.
One of them (the leader?) wore a black cape his slimy tentacles had pushed through it, leaving in ripped and torn.
Suddenly it cranned its head back and looked up to the black sky. Its jaw split wide open, reaveling to tentacles for a tounge. It let out a loud shriek, I dropped to the ground clutching my ears.
Then it moved towards me, black tounge writhing. I stepped back as it advanced, tripping on a rock I stumbled into the blackness. I covered my face, sure that I was about to die.
Then another cry sounded far off. The monster turned, I stood their, frozen. The creatures let out a scream in reply and stalked off, fanishing into the darkness just as they had come.
I had been spared again.