She stopped sharply, the sole of her shoe tapping lightly on the pavement. Before Rowan could register her mistake, it was bounding toward her with near blinding speed. She stumbled backward in a brief state of terrified disbelief before turning and running as hard as she could in the opposite direction. She knew she couldn’t outrun it, she knew that turning her back on it was a risk. She didn’t want to draw it to other people, she couldn’t have that on her conscience, but maybe she could make it to someplace less open, someplace she could hide. She darted around a corner, a definite miscalculation as the creature followed, now too close to flee.
The youma reared up, and as it drew its long body to its full height Rowan finally registered the strangeness of its features. Skin like ancient vellum stretched taut across the sharp contours of a skeleton that twisted against the laws of what should be, seeming to undulate fluidly with every unsettlingly silent motion of the creature’s body. An eyeless face twitched at the end of a long flexible neck as four deep, curving slits along its jaw flared and contracted as it inhaled, seeking its prey. Four grasping tendrils reached forward from a gaping mouth lined with countless rows of dagger-like teeth.
Without warning it turned its head toward her, one tendril whipping forth. Rowan let out a startled yelp, jumping back quickly enough to evade its grip, but not quickly enough to escape the second that wrapped tightly around her left bicep. She couldn’t hold back a scream as what felt like a thousand needles punctured her arm, kicking desperately at the thing’s body as it pulled her closer.
Amasis