Snippet #1520356

(I shouldn't even post after that...)

Oleris was shaken by Anya's scream; but it only drew his attention from the dead he'd found. There were pieces of an El'Dren thrown against tree trunks or hanging from limbs and there were Punyimpas hanging from bow strings and there were even those lying in the dirt, covering mud and blood, their wings ripped from their bodies. The deeper that Oleris looked into the forest, the more dead that he could see. They were everywhere. A bloody war had been averted, that was true. But at what cost? It appeared as if both forces that were meant to participate had been made to kill one another. There were no Engineer weapons, no arrows in trees. Oleris walked further to survey the carnage and he saw that an El'Dren was on his knees, holding to dead Punyimpas in his fist. He'd squeezed them to death. Next to him were two Punyimpas. They were dead as well but in their arms were eyeballs, clutched, almost lovingly, as if children. The El'Dren's head was down but there was no stretch of the imagination needed to guess that the dead El'Dren was missing his eyes. There was a soft giggle in the forest ahead of Oleris but he began to walk back. He wanted to meet up with the others. There were no Gods at work here...only demons...