#findingcreatures

Lyra and Altair has been flying all night, and the sun was starting to rise. It was too risky to fly any longer and they descended into a dense forest. They could feel the magic flowing amongst the trees. They would be safe from humans.

The silvery white dragon landed besides a lake and Lyra slid off. Moving to lay her back against the opalescent dragon. A wing coming down to cover the fae woman.

“I believe this is yours.” Explained the well dressed witch holding a rather surprised looking Niffler in her gloved hands. She wasn’t about to say that she caught it running around her grandfather’s store as he seemed to be the sort that would worry too much if he knew.

Caera felt her heart racing as she wandered through the musty old corridors with her wand held in front of her casting light over the never ending corridors. Grindlewald supposedly was having a meeting of his followers here, what better uninterrupted place than an abandoned prison in the middle of what felt like no where? Caera was sure it couldn’t get creepier unless he had chosen an abandoned asylum which she prayed wouldn’t be the next place she would have to look. 

Caera was just about to give up and turn around when she heard foorsteps coming along softly, she froze in her spot quickly whispering the spell to make her wand go dark as she stepped back around the corner in an attempt to hide, listening for anything that would give away who the other was.

@findingcreatures

  The woman popped up from nowhere, or so it seemed, suddenly tapping his shoulder for attention, with no regards for a respectful approach or, god beware, introductions. Her arms were outstretched, her delicate little hands firmly holding onto a... thing. A thing which, after another moment of further inspections, would turn out to be an actual living creature.

  The most repulsive, ugly and gruesome looking creature that had likely ever seen the light of day. Its naked skin hanging in wrinkly lobes from its deformed body, it gave the impression of a particularily nasty molerat. Warts and bruises and red spots indicated the growth of some kind of fungi all over its measly shape. And as it stared up at the man from small, crusted, button eyes, water began to pool at the edges of the very same.

  ...Belphegor, on the other hand, was in very fine spirits, thank you very much.