The upper half of the meaty devilish skeleton reared, lifting its head and letting off a loud cry a baby would make, crying like a baby suffering from torture, voice cackled and hoarse, yet high-pitched and whiny. The skeleton suddenly bent itself forwards, slamming the front of its skull into the ground, and then writhing to the side with a guttural, grumbling growl, blobs of blood leaking out its mouth and drooling to the ground.
The skull stared with its empty eye sockets as blood leaked out of them, trickling down its skull. It could sense that, off in the distance, some sort of building, maybe an inn, and some people walking from it, but the skeleton was unable to see, only able to have an idea of what was going on. It was, after all, just a newborn. What else did it sense? Trolls? Ogres? Goblins? Birds? Animals? Whatever; there was something else nearby, but the freshly born demon did not understand itself, maybe it was wrong.
The newborn lifted itself out of the pool of bubbling blood, tendons shaking, nervous system dangling, and entire meaty frame drooling blood. It put one foot onto the earth, as if ascending a stairway, and then stood on the ground, movement pulling its wings and tail out the bloody puddle.
It took its first steps, shoulders lifted, head low, arms bent, and walking as if about to fall apart, breathing with short, light breaths. It stood at nine feet tall, had a wingspan of twenty feet, and had a nine-foot tail, useful for counterbalance his stance, as well as directing movement during flight.
Nearby happened to be five Ogres, staring stupidly at what just appeared, lips slightly puckered and each having a drop of salvia read to slip out. The Ogres wore large breastplates and backplates, jack-chains on the arms, and open-faced helmets worn over a padded coif.
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