Those eyes, pouring from the light, she inched back as claws, attached to violent and viscious wings scraped through the rubble to get to her.
The scree was slipping, dropping her closer, loosened, white worn-out shoes clamped her feet, the brunette moved higher up, and was caught, the hole too small for her to get through as the reptilian-like creature, with it's fur, it's claws and unbelievably fast reactions charged it.
The head lowered, the horns, curled like a rams smashing point blank into the solid concrete, breaking parts, metal jabbed out.
It could not longer ram the slip, but it stretched in an arm, the one with the shredded claw, and hauled her out, breaking her leg, dislocating an arm, a soft part of her body.
The maw, like a bull-dog's opened and hissed, the frills came and went with it's interest in parts of her, she was screaming on, and whimpering. At it's mercy, it nuzzled her belly. "Pregnant." It said, musingly.
"What the fuck are you?" She screamed, upside down, it dropped herand she fell directly onto her head, it kicked her over the loose scree on the building's ruins and answered her.
"A Guardian."
Slicing the throat of the human, it ate from the inside out. The child a delicacy it would not waste.
I can see why now you have such a problem with my question when you read the likes of Michelle Belanger.
It's interesting....
How can you write an entire codex at the age of ten? That simply fascinating...
Must read her books sometimes... Maybe they are as good as they say...
Her eyes poured over the destruction of the city, eyeing the walking wounded, jumping each alley with a precarious way of form there wasn't a thing to make out that was recoginisable. They had done alot of damage to this place.
Above were the screams of victims They had taken, tearing apart in a cloud-bursts of blood, flesh and sometimes a single -still screaming- head fell from the sky.
It was a horrible time to be in war.
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