Connie knew she shouldn’t be outside the village gates after dark, but she’d needed to fetch glowworms to help make a balm for her sister’s fever. In the World of Bones, all kinds of nasty things ate women in cold daylight. Bones littered the very street she lived on, where girls hadn’t been wary enough to avoid danger.

Of course, going out at night was even riskier. If danger was around, you wouldn’t even be able to see it, let alone avoid it.

So she found herself digging in the shallow roots of an old Ranpa tree for the little bugs. Carefully, she picked out the soft, almost imperceptable glow in the sodden dirt.. She packed them up into the hem of her loincloth with a satisfied smirk.

‘Great’, she thought. ‘Now, I can get back to the gates, and out of this forest before it kills me.’

Ba-Thump.. Sloooorp!

The sound set her on edge… What the hell was it? She’d never heard anything like it in her life.
She looked cautiously left and right into the impenetrable dark, but saw nothing… Why in the name of the gods, did she have to be so stupid to have braved the wilderness for her sister’s sake… the stupid bitch got herself cut but a Hellhound tail… Why couldn’t she have just died? Why did Connie have to be out here? Why couldn’t she have just let her sister die like the fool she was?

Connie cursed her big heart, and bravery.

Ba-Thump Slooorp!

The sound grew closer… It sounded like it was right beside her now. But in the inky darkness, she couldn’t see what it was, or where… she froze, unable to run, not knowing which direction would lead to her doom.

Ba-Thump Sloorp! Crack - Squealch!

She didn’t know what creature it was - but she knew the sound of an opening mouth when she heard it…

Her hackles raised as she finally figured out where the thing was.
Connie looked up in horror to be met with a view of hundreds of razor sharp teeth in the mouth of some big black nightmare as it descended out of the shadows.

“No” she squeaked like a mouse. And it immediately clamped its razor blade filled jaws over her with a gruesome roar.
There was a cracking sound of shattering bones, as the Shadowwraith lifted her high into the pitch black canopy. Connie kicked, and squirmed, and coughed blood, but it was futile.


There came an awful din from the empty inky blackness. Crunching, and tearing, ripping and pleading, sobbing and screaming. There was as slobbering gulping sound, an animal belch, then came a wet trickle of blood, splattering on the leaf strewn ground.

Then silence, and darkness. And the Shadowwraith and its prey were seen no more.


Just something I was playing around in Krita with.

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