The inside of the den was still and silent. There were five lumps scattered around inside, rising and falling with each breath. Near the corner on the ceiling farthest from the entrance, something seemed off. A shadow was there, darker than the other shadows around it. It grew into a large oval and glowed bright crimson around the edges. The bright light didn't reach very far for some reason, and no matter which angle the oval was looked at, it always maintained that perfect oval shape. It went againt reality. It was... chaotic. Suddenly, the begginings of a skull emerged from the oval shadow. It's hollow eye sockets blazed as it peered around and bright yellow orbs glowed where there was nothing before. The shadows around it grew as it inched out of the hole and one could see a spine connected to the base of the skull. Bright marks of warning appeared on the bones and the shadows around it solidified to form what resembled a body marked with dried blood.
His body. It was the God of Chaos. At his throat was a hook, combined to strange charms and beads by an unseen force. He was almost out now and the markings on his back were starting to shift and change. Suddenly, the two charms blazed a brilliant rainbow, and long shadowy fingers shot from the oval. It latched onto him, dragging him back. He snorted and twisted his muzzle angrily, satisfied to hear a
snap! as one of the binds broke. He picked up the pace, lest more binds come, and glided over to the three small forms, meanwhile cursing the Holy God for binding him like this. They were the kits of Mange, almost adults now. He looked them over and shifted to get a better view. The first one was bronze and had an earthy feel about her. How distasteful, he thought. The second was a chocolate shade of brown with strangely colored markings and radiated warmth. Fire Clan. He was dissapointed, and turned to leave, to fulfill his promise to Mange another time, when he saw the last kit. She was dark with brilliant red markings. A hint of a smile pulled at his lips as he compared her to his own pelt. He drifted closer to inspect her more, and when he was certain, he recited in a dark and hollow voice:
'Someday there will be many
and one will be changed...'It was part of the promise he had made when Mange had asked for his guidance. He breathed out, long and slow, and a dark purple-grey cloud floated out to the dark kit. She squealed in her sleep as strange lumps formed on her head. They tore open as horns burst out and the feathers on her left wing fell and scattered, revealing a leathery membrane in its place. The Chaos God glided back to the oval, satisfied. It was quicker, since the binds were still dragging at him, pulling him back. He looked back at the kit he had marked one more time before the shadows swallowed him and the crimson light faded into nothing once more.
Signs of a plot? Probably not. This was something I did when I was bored xDD
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