Here’s the weird warband done! I really enjoyed doing more flesh than metallic wires for a time!.. And as promised, a few narrative lines.. As english is not my language, i hope there is not too much aberrations here also!..
Deep under the Realm of Life, runs the River of Flesh. Hopefully, most of it flows underground, so rare are the ones who have to bear its presence. But i came across of it. Twice. So i know.
Listen, if you see the river once, and live to tell the story, you won’t be able to find it again at the same place. It moves. You see, the river is living. I don’t understand how. Maybe it’s just a giant fleshy thing that slowly crawls under the surface spreading stench and horror on its way.
That’s what I told everyone there, when i came back alone. All the others were gone. You wouldn’t believe what happen to them. But when i tried to show where it all happened, all there was left was the piles of living aberrant flesh here and there, and the smell. No one believed me.
But then, a second time i went across the river. So i know.
I don’t want to know too much. I heard stories. No one knows where the rivers goes to. Is there a living sea? Is there a giant creature blindly eating the flesh? But there has to be a source. All living thing, when living too long, starts to grow too much. The flesh can go as crazy as the mind. And land is old. Older than you think. And who knows what was there before there even was a land? So there is a source.
I think.. I don’t know what i saw exactly, but do you think that the source of a living river could be something that walks. And talks? I can still here its voice. No, you wouldn’t believe me. But i know. I saw the crawling tumor. I saw its children. I heard its voice. No one believes me.
Most of them don’t talk. Some make strange noises, like a hissing complaint. But it’s mostly silence. I got used to it. It’s not like i got to talk to a lot of people before. Normal people. Well, i guess you understand. After all, your first reaction was the same as everyone else.
I can’t blame you. With all the things we see outside. It’s only because i’m a part of it that i’m still alive. In that sense, i may be more normal than you, out there.
But you know, don’t you? The land is not crowded. It’s usually good to avoid people. So when you come across someone, of something, the first reaction is mistrust. And it’s usually a good thing. But sometime even the big ones, the ones that can scare the most hateful crowd, can feel something, can feel hurt. Well, it’s hard to explain unless you see it. And you couldn’t. But sometimes, something happens, and the family grows bigger.
Yes, family. Strange isn’t it?
The hooded doesn’t talk either, but he whispers in your head. In that way, he says a lot. Sometimes, he scares me. He knows that, but he’s full of forgiveness for his children. He shows pictures from his mind, visions. Maybe it’s the future. Or is it the past? Is it something he wants to achieve?
I don’t really know why, but even if the visions are haunting, i understand them.
He says that we are his children, and that he made us as he wanted us to be. I know that it can’t be true. How could it be? But i know that in a mysterious way, i am contributing to his vision. I’m a part of his family. And for that reason, he will soon be here. I guess you could run, but what good would come out of it? Running won’t save you. Time won’t save you. You’re all going to die. We will feast on your flesh, and will continue our journey. We survive, and we do have a purpose. Do you?