Solira: The Ocean: Welcome to Oblivion

COUNTING BODIES LIKE SHEEP

TO THE RHYTHM OF THE WARDRUMS

[**Please note, Oblivion is not wearing the skull *yet* he will earn it with his first super, but all my pictures of him have him wearing the skull]

Crack. The earth split beneath a pale hoof, the murky soil dusted over with stained wisps of hair and decay. The dehydrated turf gaped up at the muscle knotted limb of the leviathan garbed in black, the canopy of his body heaving across the insignificant speck of dirt with a rumbling assertion of dominance. His land. Each movement whispered, His throne Each callous twist of his marbled eyes sneered. A thin line pulled his obsidian scored muzzle into an indifferent frown. Dementia sprung from the gaping socket holes as the murderous eyes of the unrecognized king poked grubby fingers into the fabric of this new era.

”What rancid breathe fills the heavens of Hell.”

Words splattered like flesh encrusted blood from the tainted maw of the jackal, the crown of the serpent lifting against the tides of the obliterated skies. Something is stirring in the distance. A heart beat shudders frailly in the bosom of the rotting vampire, its sound an intoxicating lullaby of greed in the ears of many; a deafening uproar in the mind of one. Spirals of pleasure wriggle as worms through his nerves, to which his lips crack and crumble in the slow twist of a grin. The flash of rusted teeth before the moment is gone and the beast has turned upon heel and toe and moved along the shore. The sand flutters free from his lost weight, while further prisoners are hailed beneath his clawing hooves. Stale ink splatters across his hide and scribbles along the wind as his stretched physique darts through the haze of dawn. Beach grinds and screeches as it compresses against itself beneath his paws, momentum halting with an easy slide of coiled haunches. A snap of the black matter chained against his spine and his form has straightened, teeth snapping at the coat of the air beneath the whiskered lips of the creature.

”Cry havoc and unleash the dogs of war…” A sickening chuckle roughly strewn from his vocals was cut off by the equine equivalent of a canine bark.