The Sky Monster (Late April 3010) - [One-Shot]
May 1, 2018 7:20:11 GMT -5
Post by Buruu Zam Ükher on May 1, 2018 7:20:11 GMT -5
The blue sky was almost black, though Ükher knew the yellow orb of heat and light should have been in the sky. The great brown head looked upward, peering curiously as shadow fell over his face and horns. Perhaps the white orb wanted to have more time in the sky, though the bull could not see it anywhere.
There was a crash, and the world trembled beneath his hoof. “Mooo!” Ükher bellowed, beginning to tromp and buck his hooves in fright. It felt like the ground when the herd he had left turned to stampede, though it was quick, and the roar of the sky faded away. He, though, continued to buck and toss his head, large curled horns making reaching semi-circles as he looked around.
White light overhead flashed for a moment, then was gone; the dark clouds were now overhead. Ükher saw a cropping of rock, and it was there he set his hooves to pace. Perhaps if he settled himself there, the sky monster would pass over, and it would not find him. Winds were roaring by his ears, and with wide, white-rimmed eyes, Ükher hurried his steps.
Something was touching his back; familiar, though perhaps heavier than he was used to. “Mooo,” he said, looking upward. The sky was opening, dropping its water. But the water-falling never sounded this big when he was home on the steppe! The water here, in this land, must have been angry indeed.
Another flash of white, another rumble of a thousand hooves. Still there was no herd to show for the stampede, and Ükher settled himself in the shelter of the rock outcropping, legs tucked close. He felt settled now, and wondered when the herd would find him where he hid from the waters and light.
Once the sky was done falling, he would continue on; his bipedal was ahead, somewhere, and he was not yet done looking.
There was a crash, and the world trembled beneath his hoof. “Mooo!” Ükher bellowed, beginning to tromp and buck his hooves in fright. It felt like the ground when the herd he had left turned to stampede, though it was quick, and the roar of the sky faded away. He, though, continued to buck and toss his head, large curled horns making reaching semi-circles as he looked around.
White light overhead flashed for a moment, then was gone; the dark clouds were now overhead. Ükher saw a cropping of rock, and it was there he set his hooves to pace. Perhaps if he settled himself there, the sky monster would pass over, and it would not find him. Winds were roaring by his ears, and with wide, white-rimmed eyes, Ükher hurried his steps.
Something was touching his back; familiar, though perhaps heavier than he was used to. “Mooo,” he said, looking upward. The sky was opening, dropping its water. But the water-falling never sounded this big when he was home on the steppe! The water here, in this land, must have been angry indeed.
Another flash of white, another rumble of a thousand hooves. Still there was no herd to show for the stampede, and Ükher settled himself in the shelter of the rock outcropping, legs tucked close. He felt settled now, and wondered when the herd would find him where he hid from the waters and light.
Once the sky was done falling, he would continue on; his bipedal was ahead, somewhere, and he was not yet done looking.