I gasped, but Marta covered my mouth before I could scream. I recognized the dead man as one of the men who worked with my father in the forests.
But I was not prepared for the face of his attacker, as it settled outside the window it’d just thrown the body through.
I recognized the face of the creature. I knew it all too well, but it didn’t match the harsh look of the body of the thing the face belonged to. A winged creature, a hard shell of skin the color of a cloudy sky. Its eyes were completely dark so that no whites would show. Slim and sharp teeth protruded from its mouth, as it hissed and revealed a long tongue that just barely dipped past its jaw. Long talons on its hands and feet, hard palms set against what was otherwise sagging and wrinkled skin.
So how was it that I recognized this creature when I'd never set eyes on anything like it before?
Because it had the face of my mother."
I'm just a bit over 11,000 words on my NaNo project.
Yeah, this scene's setting up for some problematic things to occur, understatement. Not really a spoiler since it's the set up to where my protagonist will begin her journey. I'm putting her through the emotional gauntlet in just the first chapter.
But I'm on a writing roll. I'm actually backtracking a couple of chapters in to add details to the start of the story.
Getting out my pom-poms and cheering everyone else on their writing journeys for NaNo. See you guys in a little while.