Random Writings

The Island

[Hello! I wrote this today based off of the little challenge before this. I hope you enjoy it!]

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The Island

This island. It thrives. They see it as a paradise. But it is our home. Where we were exiled to. At first we were outraged. Then we made it our own. Our energy thrums throughout this land. Our rituals have kept it alive and now it's ours. You can feel it in every corner and crevice, every nook and cranny.

They come here looking for this magic that they hear of. Yet now some of them know it is not pure, but pure malice. At the center of our island is our Heart. A pulsing thing of darkness and blood red light. Around it stands its keepers. Tall and menacing craggily stones, obsidian structures stretching up to the swirling grey clouds and pushing down into the dirt. Pulsing blood red light crawls through the stones down into the roots of trees and crevices of rocks encircling them and out into the lush green forest.

We are hunters. Shifters. The Yee Naaldooshii. Anyone who steps on these grounds becomes our prey. And none ever escape. You cannot kill us with your mortal weapons. You are fools to think you can.

Come. Look into our eyes and become our prey. We will hunt you. We will kill you. We will thrive.

As you run, we smell your fear. As you stumble we hear your panic. As you bleed we taste your blood. Some of you who come here hunt for our Heart, but there are too many of us. You will never get rid of us. But we will get rid of you. The hunt is among us.