(This is what happens when I procrastinate and blast Grandson while making a thread)
(Also take a drink of water every time you read “Bushbeast”)
Once you entered the wood nymph’s domain, you were met with the sight of many different Bushbeasts fighting among the trees. Few of them were at full health; the majority of them are sporting wounds that looked inflicted from others of their kind. But why? They shouldn’t be fighting one another. Shiloh would never command them to attack each other, would she?
A humanoid blur flew above the warring creatures and landed on a larger Bushbeast with the head of a lion. It was Milo, his wings beating furiously as he fought to maintain his balance on its back. He made his way up to its face and grabbed the piece of amber that made up the creature’s eye. Grunting with effort, he wrenched it out of the socket before quickly doing the same to the other side. The Bushbeast roared and Milo quickly jumped off of its face and flew above the melee, still holding the chunks of amber in his hands. He landed a good distance away from the fighting and deposited them in an already fairly large pile of pieces of amber. Then he took off again, presumably to blind more Bushbeasts.
The Bushbeast whose eyes he had taken was swinging its head back and forth, trying to decipher what was happening by sound. Another Bushbeast stepped on a branch next to it and the blind Bushbeast pounced on it, ripping into it with its claws.
Upon further inspection, you realized that there were other Bushbeasts with empty eyesockets that were attacking anything that made a sound.
Weaving through the brawling Bushbeasts was Huck, who made every effort to go unnoticed by his brethren. On his back was Orphos and Ishmael. The latter was leaned forward and giving directions to the Bushbeast as he moved. Orphos was standing and keeping surprisingly good balance as he did so, machetes in both of his hands, ready to slash at anything that came too close.
“Where is it?!” Huck growled as he jumped over a body of a fallen Bushbeast.
“The tree should be ahead of us!” Ishmael yelled back. “Just keep going! There’s going to be more Bushbeasts when we get there, so be ready for a fight.”
Orphos grunted as he hacked the ear off of a Bushbeast with the head of a rabbit. “How many of these things are there?” He complained. “She’s too good at growing these things.”
Deeper into the forest, Shiloh the goddess sat on the limb of a giant oak tree. The branch she was sitting on could have easily held something eight times her size. She seemed unruffled by the battle being waged in front of her. The air around the tree seemed to ripple with power. A few Bushbeasts milled around, their attention turned towards the sounds of fighting in the distance. The wood nymph leaned against the trunk of the tree and settled down to wait.
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August 2017 — March 2019
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When it’s time for you to venture out, don’t let fear have you looking back at what you’re leaving behind.