Dark Side Fantasy -ep. 2- -pasture Soft- Today

Lyra grabbed his arm. Her metal eye ticked violently. "Don't look at the horizon."

A shadow fell over them, but it was a soft shadow, one that promised shade on a hot day. The creature that stood before them was ten feet tall, woven from timothy grass and dandelion stems. Its face was a serene, empty mask of sod. Dark Side Fantasy -Ep. 2- -Pasture Soft-

"Welcome, weary edge," it said, its voice the rustle of a gentle breeze. "Lay down your sharpness. Let the Pasture hold you." Lyra grabbed his arm

To be continued… or perhaps, to simply lie down in the warm grass and never get back up. but it was a soft shadow