Gods of the Wilds

I saw them.

I saw them when they walked from the Great Machine hidden behind the sands that whisper!

They walk among us like beasts felling trees in slow motion upon the daisy fields of our subconscious...but in those burning lands of Endless Plains of silver sands and bones of ebony...in those lands of dreams their webs of deceit fall from them like water and I saw them for what they are: demons that prey on us.

Demons!

Don't look at them and forget everything that I have told you here...or else they'll see you too: they've seen me already and I run from them day and night.  My limbs may shake and my lungs may burn, but I shall never give them what they want. 

I'll just keep looking through the mirror and following the bread crumbs.

The one with two horns is their king in those lands of shifting darkness.  They fight a war that is above us, but use us as their pawns in game that spans the lives of races: a hollow soul I once met in their dungeons bellow those cursed sands told me how they call it Ra'ag-nora'ag, the "taste of mortal ends"....before the poor wretched soul was blessed to leave that cursed mechanical life.

Imagine it: a battery for others energy!

It took three days for him to die, but they feed on that.  The horror!  They actually...the dark dreams feed on that...

Still, the Horned One from my childhood nightmares is the god of those in the wilds and wanders with the packs amidst the red sunsets that overlook the skeleton rocks and the cutting valleys of bone that drift slowly into the Great Machine.  There is Beast that awoke me all those nights as a kid in the fields of the Imperial Kingdom's bossom and the Crow, the Skeleton, and the Jade Queen that walk within His shadow, and next slithers the Serpent of Men with his Whore of 1000 Years.

What horror when your dreams come true!

But...then...when all was lost and the darkness was chasing me with metal hooves that clip-clatter across the crystal sands whispering my hidden name...then the Green God came for me!

I tell you, son, there are Gods of the Wilds....pray you never meet and the Barstard and dream you never wrong them.