Ring! Ring! Ring! Three sharp pangs pierced the musty, underground air. A single being heard these tones. It looked around. Light. Coming closer, turning its perfect, sandy fur a blazing and inglorious silver. It scrambled across to an upheaval of stone in the artificial underground. The light slowed down, eventually to a stop, and soon, the place was abuzz with the chatter of animals. Many with different coloured skins, yet they still made the same sounds. Surface-dwellers.
Anger.
As the beasts continued ruining the under with their wretched squawks and raised voices, a single growl escaped his throat.
Doom would come to all.
Its thoughts rang with the promise- soon. Soon, all would be as The Mouth wished.
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The Fall Of Bruin
RandomWhy did Bruin collapse? The saviour, the dragon, and the one who witnessed it all will tell you. The third installation of The Squares & Lines Mythos.
