Thread:Crowsoul50/@comment-33229352-20190909034609/@comment-33229352-20191030040504

"Well, you don't have to wait anymore!" the ringmaster cried. "Our next combatant is here!"

One of the large doors on the side of the arena opened and out stepped a familiar Bushbeast. He shuffled slowly and awkwardly through the sand. Thick iron manacles had been clamped around his legs, connected by chains to a ring around his neck. Even in the dark, it was easy to see that the leaves covering his body were a sickly brown color. The huckleberry bush that had been growing on his back had been hacked away, leaving only a small stump. His blue eyes were dim, and when he looked at the others in the arena with him, he showed no signs of recognition.

More creatures had slunk out from behind Huck. They looked very much alike to the dhole-headed Bushbeast, but the similarities stopped there. Instead of bark, their bodies were made out of rough obsidian, with only their faces and claws looking smooth and polished. Vines and other plants covered their bodies, but it appeared that they were simply growing on them rather than from them. Orange eyes sat deep in their sockets and glowed brightly, casting them in eerie light. They fanned out silently behind Huck and sat. A few of them started looking around the arena.