Board Thread:Fan-made Monsters/@comment-26517142-20150821134516/@comment-37028137-20200124205947

thud, Thud THUD!

"What is it, Captain Hawthorn?"

Callia had no doubt felt the vibrations through her serpintine lower half and her hand instinctively laid to rest on the hilt of her long sword. Her eyes growing larger as she looked to me for answers, her teal colored tail twitching in apprehension.

Likewise Reridon had readied his smithing hammer in defiance of what would soon be upon us standing next to his wife as they prepared for battle. His tanned skin dripping with sweat and his firey red hair stained in blood and grime.

But if I was right, and I hoped I was not, swords and weapons would be of no more use.

"Yeah Doc. What is it?! What's comin'?! The smithy's face was flushed and tired.

I stretched my arm out past my companions, my blue eyes coming alight as a flame, golden hued in power. Temporal Lightning surrounding my form of similar design.

Time slowed, then froze entirely. I felt it, what it was, what it had become. The presence was of an olden spirit, dark, terribly powerful, enflamed in rage. Stirring from ageless slumber, and approaching swiftly before I withdrew in strife.

'''THUD! THUD THUD!'''

"A Balrog Reridon, a demon of the ancient realms...this foe is beyond you or Callia. We'll have to make a run for it.

Reridon and Callia started off but I grabbed Callia's arm before she could move much farther depositing my Sonic into the palm of her hand.

"Slot this into the Navigation Controls Silmë will do the rest. Find Vellantha and get help! She's the only one who can stop this."

What about you sir?

"I'll but you as much time as I can afford. Now go!"

But sir...

"This is not a discussion Callia! Make for the cave entrance quickly and find the TARDIS! Run!

The pair took off running, or in one case slithering and I turned back drawing forth my sword Galadhrim and investing temporal magic into the blade which swirled and crackled with golden energy mixed with grey steel.

Cracking the joints in my neck I held the blade defensively, I abhorred violence and would be ill pressed to make the first move. But I was uncertain what state such a creature who had slept so long undisturbed would be in, and I would not risk my friends lives.

"Here we go, time for the Guruthos to live up to his name.

THUD THUD THUD

ROAR!!

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Saw this profile (cannot believe I had not noticed this until now.) and had to write a little something.

Hope you liked it.

Very well done with the profile by the by, I find these creatures fascinating and you did not disappoint my good man.

Cheers,

The Weary TimeLord.