Post by DesertMan on Oct 15, 2013 16:27:03 GMT -5
Amidst a clearing in the city, the usually humid sector was experiencing an unexpected spell of dryness. The air was crisp and fresh - a refreshing break from the deep, rank moistness of the late summer air. Across the edge of the city only lush suburbs and jogging trails could be found, but a single mass stood out of place from it all. In the deeper reaches of the city limits, an odd mass of sand could be seen moving in the distance, drawing the attention of some humans closer to it. As it approached it's motions became violent... it flowed like water, but seemed to be nothing other than golden sand, cascading outward in ripples that seemed to captivate the observers until they realized with great horror that it was crashing down on them.
The sand rose, smashing into the side of a recreational zone built into the side of a tree covered hill. The lush leafs populating the olden trees were suddenly bathed in a coarse flow of unforgiving sand, which muffled the cries of numerous victims whom had been idling on park benches or completing their morning jobs - some of which had not even noticed the huge mass engulfing them.
The sand continued to move and shift, rising into a second hill of countless grains with numerous limbs sticking out of it, all fighting to free themselves from the seemingly self aware mass that had consumed them. Suffocated, the humans within the moving blob slowly ceased fighting, relinquishing unto their ends... though some continued to fight, seizing the occasional gasp for air before being drawn deeper into the mass by the fluctuations of the sand mass. With a gruesome groan, a face began to appear on the front of the sand-hill...
It formed three depressions, two of which contained violet glowing gems to take the form of eerie, unnatural eyes, and a gaping mouth full of naught but blackness. A strange sort of crown formed in the sand on it's head... not one of western or eastern design, but something more like what was found in ancient latin america, only without any sort of ornamentation as it was naught but densely formed sand. The Hollow groaned again as it's huge body continued to roll over the jogging trails and tiny parks, drawing screams from those who fled; as it pursued them, it left a trail of sandy dust behind itself...
The sand rose, smashing into the side of a recreational zone built into the side of a tree covered hill. The lush leafs populating the olden trees were suddenly bathed in a coarse flow of unforgiving sand, which muffled the cries of numerous victims whom had been idling on park benches or completing their morning jobs - some of which had not even noticed the huge mass engulfing them.
The sand continued to move and shift, rising into a second hill of countless grains with numerous limbs sticking out of it, all fighting to free themselves from the seemingly self aware mass that had consumed them. Suffocated, the humans within the moving blob slowly ceased fighting, relinquishing unto their ends... though some continued to fight, seizing the occasional gasp for air before being drawn deeper into the mass by the fluctuations of the sand mass. With a gruesome groan, a face began to appear on the front of the sand-hill...
It formed three depressions, two of which contained violet glowing gems to take the form of eerie, unnatural eyes, and a gaping mouth full of naught but blackness. A strange sort of crown formed in the sand on it's head... not one of western or eastern design, but something more like what was found in ancient latin america, only without any sort of ornamentation as it was naught but densely formed sand. The Hollow groaned again as it's huge body continued to roll over the jogging trails and tiny parks, drawing screams from those who fled; as it pursued them, it left a trail of sandy dust behind itself...