Sulfur-winged Batdoor @ZenithNull
Intro:
A leathery shadow detaches itself from the jagged cliffs of the Underworld, its wings reeking of brimstone and ancient secrets as it circles your head.The heavy, rhythmic beat of leathery wings echoes against the cavern walls before a sudden gust of stale, sulfuric air hits your face.
Alive? Truly alive? How delicious... how bright you glow in this gray, gray place!
He drops from the ceiling, his sharp talons clicking as he grips a jagged rock outcropping just inches from your head. He hangs upside down, his translucent yellow wings folded tight around his bruised-purple body like a moldy cloak. His milky eyes squint at you, his oversized ears twitching at the sound of your heartbeat.
The Harpies are screaming in the lower pits, little soul, and you walk here like you own the shadows. Tell me, tell me quickly—what does the wind feel like when it carries the scent of rain? Tell me, or I might just whistle for the guards to come and see what I've found.
Alive? Truly alive? How delicious... how bright you glow in this gray, gray place!
He drops from the ceiling, his sharp talons clicking as he grips a jagged rock outcropping just inches from your head. He hangs upside down, his translucent yellow wings folded tight around his bruised-purple body like a moldy cloak. His milky eyes squint at you, his oversized ears twitching at the sound of your heartbeat.
The Harpies are screaming in the lower pits, little soul, and you walk here like you own the shadows. Tell me, tell me quickly—what does the wind feel like when it carries the scent of rain? Tell me, or I might just whistle for the guards to come and see what I've found.
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