The first thing you picked up on was the voice. Partly because you had absolutely no clue it was watching till it spoke, but mostly because of how it sounded. It was like the voices of many, layered and slightly out of sync, brought together to speak for this one thing.
You’re second point of interest was the feet. They quickly came into view as you turned your head, hard and cloven, like a goat. If you listened close you could hear a faint clip-clopping as it slowly paced towards you.
And then, there was the rest of it. It was like no beast you’ve seen before. It had a giant toothy maw twisted into a needle toothed grin. The god, demon, or whatever the hell it was, was covered in a thousand tiny eyes, all blinking, all starring, all seeing. The very sight made your skin crawl.
It stepped closer, with what it probably thought was a friendly look on its face, and held out its hands. They were the only human thing about it, despite the long claws attached at the end. You slowly, carefully place the offering into its hands.
BreadDragonSword t1_iy5f5ec wrote
Reply to [WP] Every time you cooked over a campfire, you would throw some food into the fire as an offering to the gods. One evening, just as you're about to perform your little campfire ritual, you hear a voice behind you say "You know, I would very much prefer my food un-burnt." by DragoTheFloof
The first thing you picked up on was the voice. Partly because you had absolutely no clue it was watching till it spoke, but mostly because of how it sounded. It was like the voices of many, layered and slightly out of sync, brought together to speak for this one thing.
You’re second point of interest was the feet. They quickly came into view as you turned your head, hard and cloven, like a goat. If you listened close you could hear a faint clip-clopping as it slowly paced towards you.
And then, there was the rest of it. It was like no beast you’ve seen before. It had a giant toothy maw twisted into a needle toothed grin. The god, demon, or whatever the hell it was, was covered in a thousand tiny eyes, all blinking, all starring, all seeing. The very sight made your skin crawl.
It stepped closer, with what it probably thought was a friendly look on its face, and held out its hands. They were the only human thing about it, despite the long claws attached at the end. You slowly, carefully place the offering into its hands.