Antony the Chronicler

((I believe the forum etiquette is to not post OOC on a roleplay forum thread. I will answer you by saying that I am not Gaius, but I did get images from him. I am just an old Occultus comrade of his ;) ))

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EJxBJLV4F64 The two children looked like they were skipping in the distance. By the time they neared with tears swept along their flushed cheeks, those who saw them run began their own rout. The children leaped and tumbled across newly smashed slabs of rubble. The older of the two, a girl cloaked with a flowery shawl disentangled her hands from the younger who screamed an eerily noiseless yelp and ushered her under a wooden beam slung over two piles of rubble. The dust caught their eyes and made their dives for shelter all the more desperate. The younger slithered with her limberness to face the older girl, the shawl hid auburn hair yet the wear of their fleeing unveiled a lithe neck that craned to face back at the younger. They both wiggled snug under their makeshift tents of twine and wood split twain. A trumpeting blew their ears aware and their eyes lit with terror as something fell between them. The younger cried with fright as she stared at a grey beam slammed down. The beam was mottled with muddy brown, kneading knots of bone white jutted totaled five. The leg lifted cumbersomely and disappeared, but left a quaking shake with explosive power. Grey salt seemed to fall in a sprinkled trail behind the creature and the bark of mahouts mingled with the suction of mud with each step of the grey beams. The younger girl glared at the creature and looked with curiosity. For such a large creature, it wagged a small tail behind it. She began to crawl out from under her shelter, only to be waved back in by a withered palm leaf swung fatherly to motion her away. The ear swung lazily with piercings of silver and gold lining the frill. The younger girl dashed back on all fours and slid away once more, but only after catching a glimpse of a vulture mounted on a horse. The gaunt frame cloaked in a down of jet black feathers it appeared, his hooked nose looked etched like the bill of a bird. His gaze befell the girl and it only ever seemed to foretell predation.