It comes slithering and slinking, clattering and clinking. A cacaphony of creaking, antediluvian obsolescence. There it stands, there it crawls, reeking of things left unthought. Claws, those sharp bits of undefined fear, move in a veritable pandemonium of skittering, describing circles of your soul's most darkest secrets. Its voice is the dark, rusted cry of ages past, a moment so ancient and horrid that it is forever frozen in serpentine throats. It dances something atramentous, something that mortal minds were never meant to see nor understand. Soulless, hopeless, hear the melancholic wails of the night as it feeds on your very fear. And fear you do, for that most aberrant creature lurks just beyond your cowardly gaze, never seen but always felt. What is it, that most formless beast that lies just beside your soul? Ever nameless and ever present, know that it is, just that it is. *** The text comes from a contest entry I wrote for The Bleak Journey, later inspiring the first concept of what would become Riva Darkdreamer, tiefling Druid. If you haven't seen his earlier portrait, click here. *** .:Credits:. (Daz) M3, High Fantasy Naiar Outfit & Textures, Wild & Messy Hair, W&M Real Textures, Cyclorama, Mystic Hollow Textures, M3 Cloak, Medieval Heroes 1 Texture for Cloak (efashions) Sickle 1 & Sickle 2