Brass Animal Heads Novels & Stories

Her weapon the lance made of piece of metal that extends to a meter and a half when it switch on. Alexandra still manuever on board the back of the animal while it's attention was turn to the other two siblings. She swing her sword to hit it's eyes but she accidentally sever it's horn, the thing that she is holding on, that resulted for the animal to shake its head in agony and send her flying a distance away near her sisters who was still shocked. The other animal lay lifeless on the ground, Brianna hit the most crucial part of the animal. "Look!" Brianna yelled when she saw the horn on Alexandra hand released a luminous glow followed by objects that look like a multicoloured gem stone.

"You're very welcome, dear." She returned to the kitchen, and Kiara stepped up to take a closer look at what was displayed on the wall. Kiara's eyes scrutinized all of them one by one, they were definitely made of wood. something made to match the original by the hands of skilled craftsmen, because even she had trouble seeing that it was fake. The antlered stag, the moose, the boar's head, all their eyes seemed to follow her every move. At the bottom are the limbs of the more variety. Bird feathers in such bright colors a spearhead and a dagger. dozens of butterflies and insects pressed into glass frames.

“These are our new designs of crafted cuff links. We only make one of each design so there will never be a duplicate out there. Everything is made from your choice of metal but we do recommend with pure gold or platinum. We do not carry sterling silver, however. The one design caught my eye, it had a wolf’s head imprinted on it. A simple but fierce looking wolf. I was about to ask to see that one up close when the ladies trying to put the poster cried out in pain. Looking over quickly, she had fallen off the step stool and twisted her ankle. “Mason, go help them.” I said, frowning. I felt like Linda was about to protest when I turned my attention back to the links. “Can I see those up close?

Burning sounds were heard now and then. The most terrifying thing was that there were a large number of dead bodies on the four statues. Above the antlers of that deer head were more than a dozen bloody skulls. Under the claws of the tiger head were three or four dead bodies with blood. The tusks of the wild pig head penetrated the hearts of the four bodies, which were hung up there. Underneath the horse head was an iron cage with agnails. Inside it, there were several air-dried skeletons that still had complete skeleton structures!

Zephyr nodded. The mounts looked to be good ones, but from what he observed, they did not seem to be any much stronger, more wild animals than bred beasts. “Wait a minute,” just as Zephyr was about to leave, a herd of black horses appeared within vision, each possessed a black horn on their heads. “Shadowmeres!”

The once-familiar space now seemed foreign, a relic of a bygone era. My gaze shifted to the mounted head of a wolf, its glassy eyes seeming to stare into the soul. I'd return to it in a moment, but for now, my attention was drawn to the adjacent shelf. The hair on the human skulls had long since dried out, a grim reminder of the lives I played with. Among them, one skull stood out - the remains of the man who had been the mastermind behind it all.

In fact, his brothers' wives gave me hostile looks. My clueless dad, of course, went ahead and showed them a chest full of preserved human and animal heads embalmed in cedar oil. There were a few paintings on the roundhouse walls that made me cringe. My dad and my brothers were posing in those paintings next to their horses that had severed human heads attached to their necks. "I wouldn't give them away even for their weight in gold." He told the Romans proudly. They looked at each other with unamused faces and subtle eye-rolling. Although they hadn't said anything condescending, the look on their faces spoke volumes about the way they felt about my father and my people.

I followed after him feeling confused as to why I was angry when Georgia came in. Georgia led us to the huge dining room of Stephan's mansion and I gasped in amazement at the state in which it was decorated. "I knew it," I said more to myself than to Stephan but he heard me. "What did you know?" Stephan asked me with genuine curiosity. "That there were going to be animal heads mounted somewhere on the walls," I answered, unnerved by the sight. There was a lion head, rhinoceros head, deer head with the antlers still intact, there was a bear head and I kid you not the head of a tiger with its maws open baring its white dead teeth.

Everything was ominous, but one of the strangest things in the room was mortifying to look at. There were jars everywhere, large ones with different creatures in each. Most were deadly looking snakes, but some were of organs, human by the looks of them, and others were cats, different birds, and reptiles. The largest of the jars, at least as big as a chair, had the head of a dog in it, but it wasn’t a dog like I had seen before. It was all black and mostly hairless. The snout was skinny and long, and the ears pointed up.

This is their territory, they do not want to leave. Vic turned the bloody remains in his hands, trying to determine who it was. Who was so brave as not to retreat in the face of an impending misfortune? After all, animals also feel the dead, feel and try to be away from them. On a partially surviving head covered with bristles, there were spreading ears, and on an elongated muzzle - a large snout. Boar.