Thread:Crowsoul50/@comment-33229352-20191224042757/@comment-33229352-20191229051751

Milo drew closer to the streetlamp in the square. But it wasn't a streetlamp.

It was an obsidian creature that looked to be feline, but was so battered that it was impossible to tell if it was anything specific. The light was its remaining eye-- the other part of its face was gone and covered in a thick curtain of vines and lichen. It took a step forward as if it was trying to settle into an aggressive posture, only to topple onto its side. One of its front legs was completely gone, and it was missing a back foot as well. It writhed on the ground, trying to get back up.

Milo took the opportunity to backpedal and dash behind a building with Galaxian in tow.