GHAUL
And ye shall overthrow their altars, and break their pillars, and burn their groves with fire
He grows weary of Wolfbane’s execution. Ghaul leaves them and moves instead to the farther reaches of their home, gliding over the flames he has summoned. There are untouched acres and trees left for him to ruin. He extends his talons and lands back on the ground just as he exhales another roaring plume of flame from the depth of his throat.
From behind, a boy covered in stars and splashes of gold rushes toward him. Malone has not forgotten the way the Pangean king left him bloodied and bruised in the deserts. Now, he rears up and kicks out at the scaled monster, hoping to shove him to the ground. He manages to push Ghaul stumbling forward, certainly, but he recovers in time to turn his head and receive another kick to the face. His jaws spread wide as he screeches furiously.
If scales fair poorly against his light, then how will feathers do? He keeps his mouth open wide as the beam forms there along his tongue before it fires at him, burning a perfect hole in the Sylvan boy’s wing. Ghaul watches delightedly as his outline stumbles back before crumpling to the ground.
“Your screams are music to my ears. I’ve missed them so,” he coos as he steps closer to loom over the writhing Malone. “Have you come to burn alongside your brethren?”
Defiant as ever, the boy spits in Ghaul’s face. The monster gives a disgusted scoff before turning and leaving him there. Whether he succumbs to the flames and smoke is hardly of interest to him anymore. Instead, he continues on his way, breathing more fire as he basks in the scent of ash and smog.
From behind, a boy covered in stars and splashes of gold rushes toward him. Malone has not forgotten the way the Pangean king left him bloodied and bruised in the deserts. Now, he rears up and kicks out at the scaled monster, hoping to shove him to the ground. He manages to push Ghaul stumbling forward, certainly, but he recovers in time to turn his head and receive another kick to the face. His jaws spread wide as he screeches furiously.
If scales fair poorly against his light, then how will feathers do? He keeps his mouth open wide as the beam forms there along his tongue before it fires at him, burning a perfect hole in the Sylvan boy’s wing. Ghaul watches delightedly as his outline stumbles back before crumpling to the ground.
“Your screams are music to my ears. I’ve missed them so,” he coos as he steps closer to loom over the writhing Malone. “Have you come to burn alongside your brethren?”
Defiant as ever, the boy spits in Ghaul’s face. The monster gives a disgusted scoff before turning and leaving him there. Whether he succumbs to the flames and smoke is hardly of interest to him anymore. Instead, he continues on his way, breathing more fire as he basks in the scent of ash and smog.