The Wrong enemy(private)

[Heraldo]

It was a peaceful day outside with many people traveling through the westlands but deeper in these lands, there was a human village that lived alongside a few tiny fairies in unison. The soil was forever green thanks to them while the humans gave them protection and a home. Such a village fostered for decades in peace until this daring day...


THUD THUD THUD THUD

The houses and fairies across the village shook as earthquakes made walls crumble and everyone swirled in panic. A shadow loomed, guards stormed outside. There was no survivor. The culprit was a frost giant who sought to wander outside and assault desolated villages. It was the perfect place to use her size and strength.

Henceforth, Marah had free chance to do whatever she wanted. She stomped and crushed many people, devoured families and broke many structures under her weight, bo knight or mage was capable enough to halt her.. not that they expected a giant of fairy tales to appear around here. She was a giant woman with blue/grey skin covered in tattoos, her humanoid build was a mix of fat and muscles but she carried a god-like beauty nonetheless. She felt superior than anyone around, she was the better human in her mind and anyone small than her was food or a bug.

After the village was battered enough. She moved to the one nearby; the small place of the fairy. Truth be told, that village was as large as the palm of her hand if not twice smaller than it. Thus, she curled her fingers around the village, tearing it apart from the ground only for it to become her last meal in one gulp.

She sat on ground near the ruins of what she sowed, relaxing with her hands on her belly. She lingered there as if she owned the place. It's good to mention that all her movements were slow to let people panic, she looked like she enjoyed seeing lessers suffer! Who could stop her?

[Heraldo]

@Hyacinthus

[Hyacinthus]

"Terror, terror, tragedy,
And lives offered to entropy.
Sorrows rise, and death sustains,
And autumn's song, eternal reigns."

Caw. Caw. Caw.

The near silent air of the desolate landscape was shattered by the sounds of... a young lady's mocking voice. And... birds. Birds? Had there been such little creatures about while the giantess rampaged? Why wouldn't they have run off during the chaos she'd sown, if so? And if not... when did they get there? Indeed, the birds-- crows, it seemed-- seemingly were quite at home near the resting giantess, not perched, but flying about... circling the area. It was an odd sight-- perhaps they were drawn to the scent of death? The commotion, the screams?

"Scrambles and screams and really big things, are not the song that autumn sings. Such potent sorrow's sure to bring word to my dearest autumn king... And stoke his wanderlust once more; Best I deal with you, before."

The voice on the wind grew louder, as if it drew closer-- yet there was nobody near to the giantess. Well, no one but the birds, who continued to fly and flock above her resting form, juuuuuust out of reach. They seemed... unnaturally high up. For a giantess, it should've been a simple thing to grasp something from the sky, surely, but... why were they flying so high?