Letter, received Oplea, Dr. Crocus Sativus to Jasmine Dichtoto
Block 1, Op, 7230
2nd Oplea—Now that the sun casts his rays upon our city, I will relay to you the events of the previous night's experiment. Yes, instead of keeping watch, the scientist in me yearned to draw the being out for certain. I have come to a conclusion, but the sacrifice for this determination was terribly great.
The set up of my experiment is as follows:
A male citizen was placed in the open field between the southern forest, known by humans of the past as the Black Forest. What a fitting name. Light never seems to piece the barrier of the thick canopy. It melts into the mountain and golden fields on one side and into the boundary of Radix.
I hid behind a great boulder with a pistol at hand in case I needed to intervene. The male subject was just in my line of sight and at an equal distance between me and the entrance of the ghastly woods.
Then we waited.
It was about midnight when clouds parted allowing sight of the glowing moon and the crimson night sky. The reflected light seemed to shine directly on the subject. He became uneasy, but continued with the experiment. Crows flew from the tree and escaped further into the shadows of the southern forest. Bushes constantly rustled and the leaves of the silhouetted trees swished into other branches.
At about 1:30 am, the air grew silent. No life could be heard and the movement of grass was no longer present. Suddenly, I noticed that we were being watched by a pair of glowing, violet eyes. How long they stared, I know not. Slowly, as if the being realized that we knew of its existence, it crept out of the brush. It stalked towards the male subject. He cried out and turned to me for reassurance. I nodded for him to stay still as I loaded the pistol.
Once it stalked half the distance, it stopped. We made eye contact, but it abruptly looked towards the subject. In an instant, it stood up completely strait at about seven feet tall. It's legs made up two thirds of its body. Strong, lanky arms hung to its knees and were tipped with talons. Besides its shimmering eyes, its ivory teeth stood out among its shadowy appearance. They were bared, ready to bite. In only a few strides it stood over the subject. He shrieked, but did not have time to look at me.
I could not see his horror stricken face, which I imagine grew pale as the blood left his face. Again, the creature hunched over. It picked up the subject and carried him back into the forest. His whimpers were audible, but he did not fight it, nor did he call for help. He must have been utterly terrified or under the trance of its vibrant orbs.
I ran after the creature and shot at it, but this only angered it. However, it made no move to attack me. It only hissed and sprinted into the southern forest with unnatural speed. At this point I had returned to my post in fear of sharing the fate of the subject. There were no further sightings of it during my watch.
Now, as I write this to you, I inform you that no Flora's life is worth the results of an experiment. However, as you can infer, the results parallel the information you shared with me during our meeting on Incepmov.
Dr. Crocus Sativus
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