Monstrous Disasters

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A powerful darkness swept over the land, as night fell with a hearty bang upon the whole of the earth. It feel, subdued in the darkness, like every night before it, the sun having retreated from its daily posts and allowing the moon to reign deep in the sky.

And so, the diurnal creatures started to recess back into their sleeping quarters, bunking and curling up for the night, as they yawned in unison, and simultaneously across the whole of the land. The eyes of them closed for a final time, heads curling on laps, and figures drifting into another world.

At the same time, arose the mighty nocturnal fiends, hooded wings taking a test flap into the sky, before powering the bodies into the skies, or allowing them to hide away into and entity of mysteriousness as they would crawl and sneak upon the lands, their nightly calls stringing the air once more, as the beasts went forward, surging the land and all its inhabitants.

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A powerful brute, the one who would be the start, and the finish to the operation, approached the Headquarters, before any other beast had the gull or right to appear at the place, walking to the entrance, and slipping in. The entrance was a tight squeeze, the place an old, run-down barn, where the rusting doors flew agape from the hinges, and clashed into each other in a powerful metal-upon-metal way that it was nearly impossible to enter the place, save for a small, and tight squeeze near the bottom of it, or a gaping hole at the top of the roof, for any persistent fliers of the sort.

He entered, Crimse as they would come to learn to call him, and slunk off to his perch, where he stood tall, lean and proud. He beastly Hellhound of a Houndoom's eyes surveyed the whole of the land before him, as his rump landed to rest upon the ground before him, a deep and luxurious sigh entering, then escaping his lungs in a quick breath. He waited, there, for the arrival of his fellow pack mates, and the powerful discussion they would have at hand.

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Another was out, on this lovely and wondrous night, the moon causing the rings upon her body to glow an iridescent dull yellow, as if dust that could sparkle, but barely, had been rubbed over the whole of her form. Like a ghostly shadow of the night, under the wash of the pale, full moon light, she watched the rise and falls of the gentle current.

Her eyes were fixated on the current itself, watching its every movement in an joyous splendor of sorts of things. She was taken aback by the sheer beauty and grace of it all, enjoying this wonderful moment, and everything it had to offer.

She had no clue, for the moment being, what was to lie ahead of her, and so many others, and the struggle that would ensue and take place in a matter of time. No, for this time being, all that mattered was the serene scenery that was all about her, and be beauty it all held to itself.