I just realized I have no idea how these horns work…
This may not be of interest to any but a few of you, but to force myself into doing some fast and loose worldbuilding for the place where these demonfolk I’ve been posting about live, I completed the project you’ll find below.
I’ve found challenges like 1sentence on Livejournal to be an interesting way to capture the spirit of a character or pairing, when done well, so I thought, why couldn’t the same be done for a group of people, or a place?
I used themeset Epsilon here, with the self-imposed rule that every sentence I wrote had to be, in theory, about a unique person, place, or thing, which would keep me from dwelling on the named characters we’ve already spent time doting on. It’s been difficult, but I’m not completely unhappy with the results.
So, if you are at all curious about this little world that’s slowing coming together, do have a peek, let me know what you think. Be warned that this is about demons, so expect a fair bit of violence.
Without further ado~
He was covered in the stench of death and a spattering of blood, not all of which used to belong to someone else.
Fresh wounds overlapped scars that were hundreds of years old, heavy black and purple bruises had settled on his torso and his face was adorned with a new lot of gashes caused by nasty, sharpened claws.
Despite his injuries, Beof had returned victorious.
And it was done. They were there.
Beof looked down at the pathetic, mewling demon-kits that his wife regarded with a detached, curled-lipped disdain.
“There,” she managed, panting, milky white scales tinged pink from the red flush of labour over her skin beneath them. “Are you happy now?”