LOW THRUMMING BEAT IN THE DARK | Joining

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This is not your grave,
but you are welcome in it

Its late dusk and the sunset paints the settling sands a blood washed red as hush starts to fall in time for the oncoming blanket of night.

An auspicious sight perhaps, what one might consider an omen.

Save that the members here were likely used to such spectacle and thus did not spare much thought to it as they went about their business.

This lack of observance and the usual daily grind weighing everyone’s thoughts and gazes away is likely how the stranger got into their lands undetected - though they made no show of hiding themselves, for this was not their purpose.

A misshapen shadow of twisted proportions kissed the sands below silent yet heavy treads and one might think how such a being could be so quiet - and yet it was.

The silence of what crested the dunes was not the most startling trait.

It was perhaps the thing entire.

If one could put into words what one could describe it as, they would find trouble for the English language didn’t seem built to put a name to such a monstrosity - it resembled many things yes but it was significantly not

And it made its way steadily towards the jungle - where it’s sickly darkgreen-red-burnt-Black hue that seemed to ripple nauseatingly under the setting sun like its own flesh was a warped, cracked gemstone made from a rotting warped lava flow would largely blend unnoticed - if nobody stopped its progress that is.

Some might have wondered how it knew where it went - for the thing did not seem to have eyes but gaping black abysses that felt nauseating to look at - and too many mouths for comfort.

It’s strange gait carried it onward, unheeded as it made its slow leisurely progress towards the pyramids.

Perhaps the only comfort was that it didn’t seem inclined to attack in its doggedly persistent path, skeletal tail waving slowly behind it.

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