This Sacred Land
It was cold, and it was dark. Some days I could even forget what the sun was as it remained no more than a silhouette among the clouds. I was still grateful for the days, the nights were much worse. A green cloud of mist would start on the horizon, and slowly creep in. one whiff of that and you wouldn't get to see the next dawn. That wasn’t the worst part, it’s what came with it. The Locolos. I don’t know what better way to describe them than all the stories that elder would tell us of dark shadows, demons and demigods rolled into one. Dark tuffs of fur lined their shoulders and continued down their back. Only to be met with a long scaly tail. The rest of their torso was also covered in the dark purple hue of their scales. Their elbows had long razor like blades protruding out of them. You definitely don’t want to be caught by one of those, they could cut you clean in half in a matter of seconds, talk about yikes. And to top it all off they have the Wonderful hand and feet dexterity of our close ape relatives. Isn’t that just great… Did I say they’re terrifying already? Good, because they are. They come in packs and they’ll either sniff you out or follow your warmth. At first I tried to burn different herbs from our smudges to deter their evil spirits. The heat only brought them closer.