27 September 2012
The strange animal had brown and grey flecked fur. One could have called it a monkey, if they had not seen its large grey wings that spread from its hunched back. It sat perched on a sturdy branch, it's long curved claws clutching the splintered wood in its strong hold.
The large bat-like wings stretched out behind it creating a sinister throne of feathery wing segments supporting sharp leather points that draped beside beast.
Though one might have expected a beak of some kind on this bird-like creature, it's face, like its body, was that of a round-cheeked monkey's. The face was almost normal apart from its sharp yellow eyes, which seemed to pierce the very soul of it's prey.
At night it would soar through the skies, searching for game. Then in the early morning hours, it would return to the sturdy haven of leafy trees, to rest for a day, before it left again, to hunt.
The Perched Hunter • Opuss № I