Thread:Crowsoul50/@comment-33229352-20190815034318/@comment-33229352-20190815054049

The haze in front of Galaxian suddenly cleared, like the eye of a storm. Before him was a giant sinkhole, about 40 feet across. A large, hulking figure took up most of it. It was a leopard-headed Bushbeast, about the size of a small house. It was battlescarred, even moreso than Huck. Deep slash marks were evident on all four of its trunklike legs, and the cypress tree that grew between its shoulders was long dead, gnarled and twisted with age. Long strands of moss and vines clung to its sides, giving it an almost shaggy appearance. It turned sharply, a low growl rumbling from deep in its chest. Through the lichen falling into its face, only one amber eye glowed brightly. The other socket was empty. The Bushbeat made up for this loss of vision by swinging its head back and forth. It was focusing on Ishmael who stood on the lip of the sinkhole and appeared to be yelling at it. It suddenly swung one of its paws, pulverizing the ground in front of it and causing a small cloud of dust to billow up.

"You missed!" Ishmael called incredulously. "Chill out, we don't want you to hurt yourself! Just talk to me--" He was cut off when it swiped at him again and he was forced to retreat with a yelp.

A crow with white feathers in its wings was perched atop a piece of lumber, watching the situation intensely.