Brass Animal Heads の小説・ストーリー

Which animal had this skin? Oh, the zebra! It was a zebra. I let out a breath. But then, why did I see a set of fingers? Why that? Maybe I was imagining things. Maybe I was. I turned on my heels and began to walk off when I saw two lions struggling to eat a piece of flesh. This time, it wasn’t flesh. I mean the flesh of a zebra. It was a head. A human head. They had torn the flesh off the head. The skull was beginning to show. What peeked my interest and also made me shudder was the shape of the head. It looked like a boy belonged to... it looked like it belonged to a child.

As it got closer, Blake could see the creature more clearly. The body was that of an oversized dog, no more of a wolf, with its straight and seemingly sharp black hair. There was a skull in the shape of a dog in place of its head with no eye sockets or mouth to be seen but a crack along the center of the skull. The creature was moving its head from side to side, and then the center of the skull head opened. Within were what looked like red membranes, and a mighty sonic shriek was heard from the opening. It reminded Blake of a movie he once saw with a similar animal called a Shrieker.

Their helmets were smooth, featureless ovals of polished black glass—no eyes, no mouth, no human expression. Connecting them was the most disturbing detail: thick, braided cables of neural fiber ran from the base of each skull, looping and connecting to the others. A literal physical network linking three bodies. "Don't move," Finch hissed, freezing in mid-step. His face had gone pale, his eyes wide with recognition. "Cerberus." "A dog?" Ben asked, squinting through his cracked glasses.

He then walks back to the animal market . He wants to buy donkeys , cows and bulls for future use . Bulls can be use for farming . After almost two hours , he then buy two horses , three bulls , three cows , five ewe , five lambs and ten donkeys. He also buys two puppies and two foxes sold by a hunter . After his last transaction he walks towards the shop building. He found a hair accessories stall . He buys twenty silver hair pin for the women in the house and twenty silver hair dressers for men in his family including him .

A rather mundane celebration of the deer god that Xanwed had established, but it's almost obvious that he wants everyone to remember the Rebellion, and the repercussions. I lead my horse through the street on the lookout for a less conspicuous inn. Garlands of flowers line doors and roofs of buildings, poles of metal and wood are at every turn mounted with a carving of deer's horn. Children run about with hats emblazoned with hoof signs and carry sticks. It takes me a moment to notice that these sticks are topped with carvings as well, but not horns. I bristle with anger as I realize they are wolf heads, mimicked in exact detail, to look like a staking.

​From the depths of the incandescent white walls, three colossal figures emerged. ​They were the Master Animators, eleven-foot, faceless entities forged from solid, polished gold-leaf armor, their chests open to reveal massive, spinning brass wheels that churned through thousands of master typeface stamps every second. They carried no weapons, but their long, multi-jointed arms ended in heavy silver styluses that vibrated with a high-frequency alignment pulse designed to rewrite the physical anatomy of any rogue variable that entered their margins.

“Destroyer of Death.” Against a black background with liquid gold accents, a blue-black potbellied figure radiating a fan of arms and legs dances on a pile of human and animal corpses in a ring of fire. His head is that of an ox with long, sharp horns ascending from a crown of skulls. Three eyes blaze in a triangle formation above flared nostrils and bared fangs. The creature’s hair, beard, and eyebrows are all formed of golden flames. He’s naked, except for a necklace and girdle of human heads, his erect penis red-tipped and pointing skyward. His myriad hands and feet are tipped with white claws, each hand clutching a different object: a lion’s pelt, a noose, and every variety of weapon—kni

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Skull after skull built up the massive back of the chair: human skulls, animals, and ones with horns and unnatural outgrowths. Bloody weapons were stuck in between them here and there, an ax wedged between a massive bone I had no chance of recognizing and a skull; its edge blinked as the light from the walls next to it hit the sharp point. Squinting my eyes and taking a step closer to see, I swear it looked like the blood on it was still wet, still flowing down the handle. And sure enough, as I came closer, I saw the drops fall and land with a splat on an old little leather drum sticking out from the massive wall of skulls and bones.

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.