The Caravan: Difference between revisions

Within a half second the liquid left the bloodstream of the entities it inhabited, making its way back into the dirt. All the fragments left, except the one that remained in that elf girl’s blood, her nearly black eyes still staring at the sky, as she took her first step forward. The remainder of the fragments quickly pulled in the dirt, building twisted humanoid entities. In unison the consciousness’ monotonously spoke, a mix of varying vocal cords, designed using grass, dirt, and twigs, “we are the caravan.”

 

One such entity, spun up from the nearby trees, grass, and stone, stood at the edge of Prospit. Its center of mass was humanoid, with 4 legs made of intertwining branches wrapped around large rocks for feet. It’s back slouched forward, emphasizing the length of the individual tendrils escaping from where it’s shoulders should be. The tendrils dragged across the floor, the dark brown branches leaving their imprint in the dirt. Its face was twisted, its mouth shifted nearly vertically, placed where it’s cheek should be. Last of all were the piercing black eyes, cemented in place, the light purple reflection barely noticeable in the light of the setting sun.