An ossified bone flute caterwauls a tale of puissance

[richard_powell]

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Ragged hate cast and baked on bone, a maw raking unimaginable angles through the air, spewing words like thick fiery hands waving. Horn and shell adornments and accouterments drip out of nothing to drape over shoulders and head and the furthest edge drools like thick paint, collapsing into the gurgling grey fen, crimson sheet bleeding over a vertical pane cascading past a steed of gnarled oak.
A piscine figurine color of constellations in oscillation. A smile all pane glass needles.