THE CRASHING TIDE- duststorm

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

it was his unhurried pace and generally still standing figure despite the winds picking up more and more that left him the lone monolith moving steadily towards the caves,

It was also why he felt the wild flailing of one of said smaller members of their grave,

The neck cracked as the head swung to glimpse the roux before he halted enough for the smaller to likely pass under him,

Well then,

Ribbed jaws yawned wide and tentacles squirmed out of the horror - aiming to suddenly surge forward and wrap around [member=11957]Atticus Roux[/member] and heft the smaller being into the ‘safety’ of his carcass - for all that one could term it safe, disgusting and horrific as the thing entire was - being inside it would be no better (nay perhaps worse)

Still if it was a successful grab, the beast of horrors untold would pick up its pace to a light eight limbed jog towards the caves - if only because any squirming would make him...hungrier - and this was one he could not eat, sadly.

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TAGS - ??? [9FT MYTH] - PITT - ART IS MINE

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