The
following excised excerpt is from my upcoming novel Sunday Morning at the Peak
of Hell. I’ve removed it from the book as it runs too long and doesn’t quite
fit into the developing narrative, but it was one of the first snippets I wrote
for the novel and I still rather like it. So, on its own merit is the
description of a Hellbeast.
Occasionally
even the strongest brute was assaulted by a horde of flying creatures. The most
common one had a fish’s head and dangling fangs. The wings were made of long
flapping scales. These were somewhat loose and a strong gust of wind could yank
them out, sending the beast hurtling in an involuntary kamikaze dive. Two long
multi-jointed fingers protruded from the chest, ending in a talon with
screw-like ruts running from the tip to the base. These were used to pin down
smaller prey or to latch onto larger animals, while their large mouths ripped
off chunks of flesh.
Sometimes
a larger beast will shake off the creature, leaving the snapped off nails to
fester in the wound. These will turn into a toxic jelly in several days time,
killing the animal and poisoning the flesh for any other predator that passes
along.
When
breeding time approaches, the female nails itself to a bleeding tree and shits
out a massive clutch of roe onto the ground. A male will then approach
and screw itself upside down on the tree and drip semen mucus over the eggs.
Those that are lucky enough to be fertilized, grow rapidly, enveloping the
other eggs around them
Eventually,
two fertilized eggs attempt to absorb the other. The embryos will tear into
each other, with flimsy soft talons and half formed teeth, until one is dead.
This continues until there is only one egg left, or several eggs too far away
for the other ones to absorb. They hatch over the next week, assuming a larger
predator doesn’t come by and eat the whole batch.
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