A sample scene
Taking critique on this sample work, it's pretentious af haha I haven't written a single piece in my entire life but yolo
'Closer...almost there...just a few more steps to go.'
Feint refractions signal their way up a tall lace of smoke lulling in the sunlit gloom. Through a crack in the canopy, a single hungry tongue holds its breath, licking in anticipation. Though no breeze masks the airspace, no predator waits for the wind to keep silent. In an amazon, patience is no virtue among the dense array of drooping and jutting leaves.
Despite this, a trap has been set, and a predator waits where patience is survival. Perched atop a decaying pier, lurching across the floral bayou below, through a crack in the canopy, a pair of hooded eyes hold their gaze. Brows may rise in pity, but irises shrivel in anticipation.
Will it feel it? Ears swivel to detect soft flicks from grass against fur as the moist atmosphere betrays its contents. Does the pain linger after death? After reincarnation? An aroma grew thick, wet, nearly tangible to inhale. An offering even the dullest sniffer could gander at. The choir arrive, ripe for the taking. A creature so young, so fresh, chittering toward abyss. All its years spent surviving only to halt in the moss. Will it remember? Will the memory live on? Will it return someday?
No matter. Digits drum against stone. A sturdy, rough one clutched against paw-pads, all ready to play their part. A seer and her disciples set for the future. Today, one life must end to sustain another. Wasted potential is a necessary sacrifice. If any amount of time is to be salvaged this is the first step, and it must be overcome.
Brows furrow and regain focus. A kill had to happen. It wanted to happen. Nature couldn't sit in its seat anymore. The silence a war-choir for death, begging to seek the end life, to feel cold blood spurt from splitting appendages and evaporate in a burst of flame.
Feint refractions signal their way up a tall lace of smoke beginning to warp and twist as bright red ceramic oozes hot incense in the sunlit gloom, beckoning all nearby. Cold blood moves creatures to seek warmth, and it will be cold blood to bring this one to the flame. Though the surrounding jungle is a haven for various incarnations of fluttering anthropoda, antennae will sear long before fur coats catch fire. Moths escape flame, but ordinary moths don't flutter in The Kumungu. This creature had horns.
A pebble creases the sky, eclipsing sunlight at its apex before dropping to greet the day.
THEN THE TRAP EXPLODES AT THE WRONG TIME AND THEY BOTH DIE THE END // TODO: finish the story...