Saturday, June 16, 2012
The mists have hidden him so far. But Ob knows, to any resident of this foul place, he obviously is an Outsider. He edges closer to the temple and hunkers down, stretching out his wings and opening his jaws wide in a fearsome display. Unlike the others, the bugs don't bother him as much. His flesh is living stone so their stings and bites don't penetrate. What does bother him is the feeling of them crawling all over his body. He represses a shudder and waits, watching silently for the others to return.