hillsman

It began with a devastating rumble that expanded across the waves, shaking boulders from the Cliffside, and creating a cause for the very heavens to shatter and mighty pines to splinter. Then rearing from the middle of the carnage, a colossal figure slowly emerged, eagerly clawing its way from its foreboding and vile place of origin. The first behemoth monster to desperately force its way up from the hellish fiery depths of the earth, to taste the cool night air with blistered, mossy skin, to peer with cobwebbed eyes towards its trembling victims. The hillsman cometh. First to rise from the eternal void beneath was the creatures wide head, the broad apex of which ended in a blunt, earthy growth that gave the creature its cursed name. The colossal shoulders and ribs as well were caked with earth, and festered with maggots and strange, sickly grass. The creatures contorted, wide face then rose from the sea. Its eyes were lifeless and vacant of the innexpliccable, lively quality with which all of god’s good creatures are indowed. Sprouting grotesquely from the beast’s huge mow, twin tusks, like two wicked twisting ivory blades. To gawk up at the creature’s immense form was akin to the tempest rage of the most carnivorous of storms. For from its goliath wrists twisted gnarled branch like fingers that grabbed with vile curiosity at all it saw.