surrounding area as if hungrily pouncing upon the wood. The momentary increase in luminosity cast an orange glow upon the bordering vegetation, reflecting off a pair of large yellow eyes. Whatever was camouflaged within the bushes let out a soft grunt as it shunted away from the sudden burst of light. As the fire settled into place, the yellow-eyed stalker resumed its position. The being spread the branches of the bush apart as it watched Kale and Thomas soundly sleeping—ignorant to the threatening gaze cast upon them.
The creature waited a brief while longer, until assured the two had not awoke. It then stood, towering above the bush. The yellow-eyed creature had smooth skin resembling the color of a severe bruise; purple, blue, and slightly red with discolored spots throughout. Its limbs were slender and long, with an abnormal pliancy to them. The creature’s arms were lengthy and attached to raised shoulder joints which protruded upward. It had a very flat face with the distinct feature of having no lips. The creature’s mouth revealed an open set of sharp teeth and considerable gums which were shown at all times. Because there was no tissue to hold its saliva in, drool constantly ran down its chin. The creature’s nose was quite small, yet it picked up the scent of the sleeping humans with ease. Its frame was so thin that as the creature stood, the flesh hugged its rib cage tightly, revealing each bone’s formation. The creature cautiously maneuvered around the twigs and dried leaves scattered around the sandy ground. Any wrong move posed the risk of waking the two sleeping men.
The being focused intensely, making its way toward Kale, stopping only momentarily to wipe a glob of drool from its slightly pointed chin. The creature approached Kale, widening yellow eyes with thin, black pupils along the length of Kale’s body in overwhelming curiosity. It lowered its monstrous head near Kale’s messy black hair, inhaling quietly to capture the scent. The creature briefly closed its eyes as if to savor the moment. Soon after, it brought its face mere inches above Kale’s light-toned arm, extending a grotesquely long and narrow tongue just above the hairs,utilizing another method of smell, much like that of a snake. The creature then grew bold, gently caressing Kale’s cheek with its crooked fingers. It seemed to be rather intrigued by his body. As the being lowered its gruesome face closer to Kale’s, a long string of drool slipped through its vicious looking teeth—dropping directly onto Kale’s forehead.
Kale flinched, rolling onto his side while muttering unclear babble. His body turned, causing the glob of saliva to slide at an angle and pool in the corner of his eye. His natural instinct and reflexes took over as he lifted his arm, balling his hand into a fist and rubbing his eye socket. As the wet slobber sloshed around beneath his fingers, he shook his head. His mind quickly grew alert to the situation—he was not dreaming. He pinched his eyes tightly shut, attempting to remove the liquid, before slowly squinting, allowing his eyes to adjust to the bright glow of the fire.
It’s not raining... he thought, then what in Pan’s name was that ? He used his index finger to wipe away the remaining wetness from beneath his eye, bringing it close to his nose. He then sniffed and analyzed the clear fluid-like substance. Useless human sense of smell . He rubbed it between his two fingertips and, although he didn’t dare admit, his newly acquired ability to touch was quite amazing and he could feel textures like never before. He continued to ponder, It’s not rain...not dew drops from the leaves...is this—saliva ?
Kale immediately went into a defensive state of mind. His former instincts as a mighty beast that longed for a good hunt returned. He wasn’t about to allow an animal to get the best of him. He crouched to the ground, examining the sand for footprints—there were none. He glanced over toward
The creature waited a brief while longer, until assured the two had not awoke. It then stood, towering above the bush. The yellow-eyed creature had smooth skin resembling the color of a severe bruise; purple, blue, and slightly red with discolored spots throughout. Its limbs were slender and long, with an abnormal pliancy to them. The creature’s arms were lengthy and attached to raised shoulder joints which protruded upward. It had a very flat face with the distinct feature of having no lips. The creature’s mouth revealed an open set of sharp teeth and considerable gums which were shown at all times. Because there was no tissue to hold its saliva in, drool constantly ran down its chin. The creature’s nose was quite small, yet it picked up the scent of the sleeping humans with ease. Its frame was so thin that as the creature stood, the flesh hugged its rib cage tightly, revealing each bone’s formation. The creature cautiously maneuvered around the twigs and dried leaves scattered around the sandy ground. Any wrong move posed the risk of waking the two sleeping men.
The being focused intensely, making its way toward Kale, stopping only momentarily to wipe a glob of drool from its slightly pointed chin. The creature approached Kale, widening yellow eyes with thin, black pupils along the length of Kale’s body in overwhelming curiosity. It lowered its monstrous head near Kale’s messy black hair, inhaling quietly to capture the scent. The creature briefly closed its eyes as if to savor the moment. Soon after, it brought its face mere inches above Kale’s light-toned arm, extending a grotesquely long and narrow tongue just above the hairs,utilizing another method of smell, much like that of a snake. The creature then grew bold, gently caressing Kale’s cheek with its crooked fingers. It seemed to be rather intrigued by his body. As the being lowered its gruesome face closer to Kale’s, a long string of drool slipped through its vicious looking teeth—dropping directly onto Kale’s forehead.
Kale flinched, rolling onto his side while muttering unclear babble. His body turned, causing the glob of saliva to slide at an angle and pool in the corner of his eye. His natural instinct and reflexes took over as he lifted his arm, balling his hand into a fist and rubbing his eye socket. As the wet slobber sloshed around beneath his fingers, he shook his head. His mind quickly grew alert to the situation—he was not dreaming. He pinched his eyes tightly shut, attempting to remove the liquid, before slowly squinting, allowing his eyes to adjust to the bright glow of the fire.
It’s not raining... he thought, then what in Pan’s name was that ? He used his index finger to wipe away the remaining wetness from beneath his eye, bringing it close to his nose. He then sniffed and analyzed the clear fluid-like substance. Useless human sense of smell . He rubbed it between his two fingertips and, although he didn’t dare admit, his newly acquired ability to touch was quite amazing and he could feel textures like never before. He continued to ponder, It’s not rain...not dew drops from the leaves...is this—saliva ?
Kale immediately went into a defensive state of mind. His former instincts as a mighty beast that longed for a good hunt returned. He wasn’t about to allow an animal to get the best of him. He crouched to the ground, examining the sand for footprints—there were none. He glanced over toward
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