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Azalan

Page history last edited by PBworks 17 years, 9 months ago

'Azalan. From a territory in the Shadow Realm

bordering that of the Aptorians. Rarely seen, and never more than one at a time. Silent, seemingly incapable of language – how Shadowthrone commanded them was a mystery. Swirling, filling the tent, dropping to all six limbs, the spiny ridge of its massive, hunched back scraping against the fabric to either side of the ridge-pole. Blue, all-too-human eyes... beneath a black-skinned, flaring, swept-back brow. Wide mouth, lower lip strangely protruding as if in eternal pout, twin slits for a nose. A mane of thin bluish-black hair hung in strands, tips brushing the tent floor. There was no indication of its gender. A complicated harness crisscrossed its huge torso, studded with a variety of weapons, not one of which seemed of practical use. The azalan possessed no feet as such – each appendage ended in a wide, flat, short-fingered hand. The homeland of these demons was a forest, and these creatures commonly lived in the tangled canopy high overhead, venturing down to the gloomy forest floor only when summoned...The azalan turned suddenly, nostrils twitching. The broad, squat

head dipped down on its long, thickly muscled neck...A soft cluck, then the demon wheeled about and lifted a hind limb.

Two penises dropped into view from a fold of flesh....The azalan seemed to flow up the wall, hands gripping the rippled ribbons of shadow as if they were iron rungs... Shadows were unravelling from the demon like layers of skin, vaguely human shapes stretching out to hold the balcony to the wall – and being torn apart by the immense strain.' (HoC, UK Trade, p.309-11)

 

Kalam Mekhar:'even though those weird gourds, pans and knobby sticks strapped on to the beast’s belts don’t look like weapons, this azalan has just taken the lives of over five hundred rebel warriors. And how long did that take? Maybe fifty heartbeats.' (HoC, UK Trade, p.312-3)

 

 

 

 

On the properties of Azalan urine:

 

'Kalam reeled back at the stench, back, out through the flap and outside into the chill night air, where he remained, on hands and knees, gagging...Kalam managed a lungful of cleansing air, slowly brought his shuddering under control...A glance back showed steam or smoke rising out from his tent’s entrance, a whispering crackle slowly growing louder from within it...A sputtering burst of flames erupted from where his tent had been.' (HoC, UK Trade, p. 310)