owlapin

Helheim grinned, eyes roaming the night sky overhead. The darkness was filled with screeching shapes darting and twisting mid air to bite and claw at each other. Blood dipped from the sky like metallic rain. The ravager’s whole form quivered with excitement. There truly was nothing better than tearing into a new opponent. Or kicking him out of his home and taking it as your own. Or successfully stealing from his precious horde. Ok, there were a couple of things about as good as tearing into a new opponent, but that didn’t make it feel any less exhilarating. And tonight there were plenty of new opponents to test her claws on. The sapieres had appeared one day, melting out of a rumbling lightning storm like ghosts. Only these “ghosts” were much deadlier, tearing anything that got in their way to shreds. Man or woman, young or old, it didn’t matter. They poured in, from where no one knows but they always came with the dark storm clouds signalling your doom. They poured from