Friday, July 4, 2014

The Dapholio

Crying through clenched teeth, Kith kicked himself away from the grate. The blackness of the hole on the other side clamored the onset of the steam-spitting machine and it's grasping, constricting, segmented tendrils. The grate squealed as it was ripped from rusty hinges, the glowing tendril shooting into the air above him.

Tectonic steam beasts aside, Happy 4th!

-Laurian

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