Crap, it was looking her way. Lydia feels her
throat bob as nervousness begins to trickle
down on top of her like cold water.
”I— I should probably be going now, right?”
She stands up fully, arching her back,
a few snapping sounds of vertebrate
she stretched. Its head stretches forward
while a long tongue extends from a slot
at the front of the metal helmet it wore.
There was an extended groan,
kin to that of a large animal
yawning after a long bout of
At first the fox felt a surge of
jealousy rip through him ——
my kill that was mine how dare you ——
and then he approached the large creature,
gears clicking and
w h i r r i n g
as he canted his head gently to the side.
His voice box crackled,
the quiet voice of a child in fear
of the boogeyman slipping out.
The melancholy drone of a music
box melody could be heard from
the shadows which the foreign
creature was last seen.
It stopped abruptly,
followed by a pitched,
constant static, sounding
It only got consecutively louder,
finally showing the front fin of
helmet it had on its shoulders
break into the dim lighting.
She was big.
Towering over most men
at a staggering seven feet
in height. Rusted helmet,
torn and stained skirt, and
scar riddled skin caked in
old blood, now mixed with
a fresh coat from her recent
“F̶̣̯͇͙̖ ͏̣r ̀I Ḛ͎̩͔̻ ̲͕̠͡n̨͕̼̖D̬͖̼̠̖́…”
”I don’t— How is that functional?”
The creature in question only keeps its
head, so to say, in the direction of the
voice that questioned it.
Whoever was speaking, was too young;
though dark in mind, not here for any