The day dawns anew as king of the Shadow Realm Pride emerges from the uppermost part of the caves he and his pride reside in. His black eyes glowing red from within like embers of a dying fire. He looks over his lands, scoffing at the destruction caused by the annual drought and knows from his ancestors' records that the locusts are going to be swarming once again this year. All he can do is prepare a place for the Harbinger in hopes of placating the ancestors' spirits by following a simple tradition.
Atemu Sennen sighs softly as one of his offspring pads out of the nursery. 'Time to go look for abandoned remains to give the lost ones a chance at rest. Gods, I hope there's no snakes nesting in their skulls today.'
(Do NOT repost this in any way, shape, or form. This is an excerpt from an upcoming story to be posted on one of my other accounts. See @phantombrat's list within the next week for more details.)