The chittering clawcaps of several minor Beasts clamored upon the stony surface, winding their sinewy limbs across the entryway of a dimskull's breath, reception roughly hewn by thousands of years of gusty snorting. A great spine of the creature upon which they lived shuddered and swung down from the minor disruption in respiration. βSee little spawnscum, the little flickers of life upon which you feed lighten your chest just a moment.β The glowing eyes rocked in the lengthy skull. βTrue life is not lived in your embers.β Another skull rose of the grim hydra, tumbling creatures falling like scales from its hide. βScccreehhhcceβ said the creature, warping into another space of itself where it was a pirate ship. Full of the most grim treasure, poison for the humanlike who discovered it. Its hallowed halls glowed with inner orbs of light, rising in a halfsea that flowed with the sky.
Then came the swooping wings of black things, alighting upon the deck, clicking bony jawbeaks, βwe are Darkflightβ they rasped, βand we are many. We want many treasures, so humans may die!β the greened deck creaked, and gave no response. βTine tu eie eri basar!! Screechinged the lead, they musr tidings of perish !!β The ship, unimpressed, rose at a 45 degree angle.
They hollered with sharp snickety cracks, and ate through the deck, burrowing inside and bursting vivid energy that flung out the boards. Winding through curling tunnels, they too joined the ship in restful slumber.
The ship fose into space and broke apart as the creatures came out, having gulped thousands of the little beasts per year. They swung around with the giant orbs of treasure, blinking into swirling space-states, enormous tendrils of the wrecked ship seeking to carch them, but falling slowly into the whirling vortex abyss from which it had journeyed in long eons. The Darkflight, one made of fused bone, the other showering gore, and still another turned into a boat-flyer, and so forth, entered space.
I bet people think Christian Columbus isn't a hero. They're wrong!!