Right away sir.
Just looking at your avatar gives me the chills. Absolutely love it, so creepy...and presents a challenge since almost all the avatars I've given a story to have been humans (more or less).
Also, that picture in your sig is hilarious.
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It lies in the wastes of a civilization, waiting, hungry and filled to brim with malice until one day, a mysterious wizard gives it sustenance.
As the fog rolls by, the sounds of bones rattling together fills the musty stone streets of a city long lost to the horrors that lie within. This crumbling necropolis, covered in moss and rot, has been the resting place for many a miserable soul. For they were given an untimely death by a monster who showed them no mercy. For here in the silence lay a dark and terrible evil. The only life that seems to reside within these ruins is an old wizard - and the creature that lurks beneath.
So when the wizard crept out from his hiding place under a marred building, sweat dripped from his brow. He had to work quickly and escape this place once the delivery had been made. Running silently to the center of this wasteland, he reaches the town square, or what was left of it. Sitting in the middle was a podium where many gatherings and happy celebrations took place. Approaching it, he drops a scroll onto the water damaged mahogany and goes to take a step back when he hears
it.
The loud and bellowing call of a monster long forgotten by most. One who was the basis of most nightmares that scared children into staying in their beds during the dark hours. It groaned again and the mist grew heavy and dank. The darkness seemed to take an entirely new level of impenetrable black. He had to get out of here and soon. Without a second glance, his feet carried him away from this place leaving only the soft pitter patter of his footsteps...
It was hungry. It was restless. It was Azunaz.
The groaning from its stomach rumbled and the need for flesh only increased. An evil craving from the scent of a living creature who had just been in. After approaching the center of its home, it finds nothing except a scroll which was enveloped in such a smell. Throwing one of the skeleton children from his foot, he growled at it to retrieve the item left there. Its fearful and scampering form only amused Azunaz further.
When it returned with the scroll between its feeble bones, he snatched it from its grasp. Scratching the wax seal away, he unrolled the parchment. Its contents read, "Climb the Diamond Path to enter the tomb of reflections. There rests the relic you seek." After its contents have been seen, the scroll burst into flames and the ashes fall from the hands of Azunaz.
Turning to the North, he begins gliding over the dark mist, towards the Diamond Path. It was a place where only the ancients used to tread and where no man could enter. Now it was simply the highest point in this empty grave where he slept. The tower had loomed over everything once upon a time but it too crumbled like all things in this place.
Reaching the weathered steps, he began his ascent. The clatter of bones from his skeleton minions echoed here in this place but the sounds died out quickly, as if even voices could be swallowed whole.
For such a creature as himself, this trek up the spiral staircase prove to be no contest. Within mere moments he reached the top and came upon a great hall. It had no doors nor furnishings, there was only an object obscured by a sheet at the end against the wall. Moving over to it, he saw that there was a large film over dust and debris layered on the black fabric. Shoving the skeleton children forward, he commanded them to remove it and waited as they struggled with the heavy sheet.
After a few tugs, they managed to yank it off, having it fall upon them in the process. Ignoring their raspy pleas for help, he stepped forward to examine this object. Azunaz realized that it was a mirror, but it showed no reflection. Reaching a mangled limb, which once resembled a hand, forward, he ran a bony finger across it surface. Pulling back his hand in surprise, he saw as the surface rippled like water.
With an idea now planted in his mind, he pushed a hand into it and was surprised to feel warmth on the other side. Taking a look back at the skeleton children who had found their way out the heavy cover and were now observing him with a perplexed look, he beckoned to them. When he stepped into the mirror, the hesitantly followed. As the mirror consumed them, a darkness fell behind them, a great skeletal figure whose arm was draped over the mirror appeared from thin air. Bringing down a thick, black curtain, laughing as he did so, he covered the artifact once more causing the inhabitants to be trapped there.
On the other side of the mirror, Azunaz stepped out to find himself back in time to a place long forgotten. The once blooming city that had fallen in the necropolis that sat on the other side of the mirror. The sounds of laughter and music flowed into his ears, the people had returned. He had been thrown back to this place and now? Now he could feed once more.
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