Friday Creature Feature~Obia
My long tail whips out behind me, deterring any would-be-heroes stupid enough to challenge me. I pass a man huddled against a hut who tried once. A jagged scar mars half his face and closes one eye; a reminder of his stupidity. I bare my fangs at him just to see him quake and nearly collapse. My striped chest shakes with a chuckle as I move on.
There is no door upon the hut that I approach, nothing to even give the occupants the illusion of the ability to keep me out. Within a woman kneels upon the dirt floor, rocking back and forth as she prays over a smoldering fire. I let out a small roar to get her attention. She looks up, but not at me, at the young girl huddled in the back corner. Ignoring the woman, I trot toward the girl. The woman claps her hands and hollers a word in the old tongue. My next step lands upon green grass in a meadow far from the hut. A roar of frustration tears from me. Thwarted by another witch. My master will not be pleased.
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