The creature's voice was brash, full of disgust and boredom. "Maybe you thought you could get away, maybe I overestimated your intelligence..."
The woman laughed roughly, her voice was nearly lost, "M-maybe your master overestimated your prowess to watch a measly human-"
Stepping violently toward her, he knelt hard in front of her, almost eye level, stooping his head so that his face was close to hers. He could smell the sickening scent of her blood oozing onto the moss, absorbing it into its pours as he wished he could. She could see his face more clearly now; his eyebrows furrowed deeply over piercing eyes, and a large hooked nose over his thin lips gave him a distinct look, his long face was framed with long violet hair that flowed down past his shoulders and onto his folded black leather wings, shimmering in the starlight like silk.
Gripping her shoulder fiercely, forcing her to stand, he raises her face to meet his once more. He was unreadable, but his lips said it all; he was going to drain her, nothing seemed more imminent. Digging his dagger-like nails into her collarbone and shoulder blade, a loud crack can be heard through her skin. Clawing at his arm to free herself from his grasp, his hide like skin was not easy to pierce. The smile widening across his lips matches opposite to her screams of pain echoing into the night.
As her body finally crumpled from exhaustion and pain, she swayed, but fortunately was caught by this beast who hunted her. Holding her against his chest, the cold skin comforted her into the darkness behind her eyelids.
There is nothing more she can do.
In the distance, heavy wings can be heard flying closer, others' voices can be heard speaking unknown tongues similar to that of a hissing snake.
Forcing her eyes open once more to get a glance of this world, she is met with the eyes of Man.
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Far away in the distant Galaxies beyond our own, a universe unlike any other, where Magic is imbued in every strand, every thread, every root; things you cannot explain with simple sciences, we would explain it with Magic.
On a planet called Tertram, on a distant continent ravaged by Mystical beings from the Under World, lie a kingdom filled with one of the last generations of Man. Glass dome-like buildings fill the area for hundreds of miles, so no one feared when the sky would attack again, but they were Prepared, or at least they thought they were.
You could see the trees cut down in nearly a perfect oval, for it was decreed that no plant should grow within a hundred miles of the Domes. What was once a beautiful tundra, now a deforested slab of concrete and sand, home to almost a million Men.
Near the center of the Domes, a massive dome houses all the pure humans, untouched by the half-breeds and quarter-breeds that surround them. Like a castle nestled in the center of its Kingdom, the leader of the domes was a fat, ungodly man with grotesque features that resembled the likes of a slug, his body was like ham wrapped in twine, and fat sausage-like fingers pointed shakily at a young girl in front of him.
Sitting at the far end of a room made of white concrete, lay a half circle of high seated thrones, where the king sat in the center.
"As you are my beautiful sister's daughter, I will treat you as you are my own royal succession, until I bear an heir myself. so you will listen to me when I tell you, you will marry this- this- well, whoever he is."
The girl sobbed quietly, "But-"
The King Scoffed loudly in return, tilting in his seat at her, "Dont Dare Defy me, dear one. you have been betrothed to this man for nearly 12 years, you are of age and now is your time.
"We have been at War with these psychotic-" the King glanced at the corner of the room where a door lay ajar, he corrected himself. "-With these Unhumans for a long time, my dear, and you are the bridge between the Domes and the outside world. Don't you want to give your siblings a chance, your cousins, your people?"
Silence filled the air like a sickness, stepping down from his high seat, he knelt in front of her and wiped her tears away with a stubby finger.
"We all cherish your bravery...", he pulled his fingers away in disgust, standing, looming down at his niece, "-and you Will be silent during the dinner ceremony, unless the Lords speak to you first, is that Understood, Moira?"
"Yes, my king."