Re: (Reiuji) The Lesser Hell of Blazing Fire
The thread was secure. It was strong - almost like steel, but with the texture of cloth - and only pulled down a little as Reiuji climbed upon it. It was definitely magical.. or maybe some bizarre form of hyper-advanced technology.
The climb was long, but not particularly difficult. Reiuji was athletic enough. As she got higher, the temperature dropped considerably, and it was when she was roughly halfway to the silver moon - and the gigantic rocks below were only tiny specks upon a blurred landscape - when she heard the siren.
Not a siren, exactly, but the beating of heavy drums.. loud enough, ferocious enough to be heard even in the rasping winds that threatened to throw Reiuji to her doom. To be heard even as the moon was still distant..
From above the moon, movement. Screeching. Darts, hurting towards heard, grey and black..
They were, perhaps, the size of Reiuji, but skinner - unnaturally gaunt - and bonier. They were reptilian in feature, with the feet and wings of a small dragon, no arms, and - perhaps the most disconcerting thing - the horrible head of the squid, complete with dangling tentacles adorned with black-blue (obviously poisonous) suction cups. The things were maddening, coming closer.. a dozen, maybe a little more.. spines on their wings, knees and backs..
Reiuji felt a twang of panic escape her.