Of Eery Eyes and Vicious Venom
@witchermonstermayhem @whumpay
Rating: teens and up audience
Word count: 500
The monster is huge as it stands on its hind legs, its log-like upper body rising high into the air, its grotesque head with the eerily glowing stalk eyes darkening the sky. The enormous, sharp mandibles glisten with moisture. A sticky, greenish fluid dribbles down along the deadly curves of the chitinous, blade-like structures of the ambush predator's chewing mouthparts, forming a drop on both their pointy ends. The drops rapidly increase in size, become bigger and bigger. He stares at the two growing green spheres, paralysed with fear. He knows the fluid is not only highly toxic but also caustic. And, following the laws of gravity, the drops will fall directly onto him, a lethal shower that will burn and devour him. He wants to grab his sword and jump up from his sitting position, drive the long Nilfgaardian blade into the monster's soft belly, but as much as he gropes for it in the semi-darkness of the forest, there is nothing there. No sword, just withered leaves covering the forest floor like broken shards of stained glass windows, their sharp edges cutting painfully into his hands ...
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