Creature-Hideout

Constant and all-encompassing, the piercing howl of the abyssal wind was interposed with the meek, stuttering crackle of a dying fire. Tar blinked, looking upwards. The sky was deep and dark, clouds of a sanguine red streaking across it at a rapid pace. He inhaled slowly, the air was heavy; the miasma enveloped him as if a shroud. "It's starting." Her voice was soft, subdued, and like the sounds and sights that surrounded him, familiar. She was standing before him. Her eyes, glowing softly, were one of the few bright spots in the murk. Flowing, intricate stripes marked her back and arms, long hair whipping in the vicious wind, arms wrapped