The leaves crunched under the boy's feet as he walked through the dark forest. The moon broke through the dark canopy above in small silver spurts lighting different parts of the ground in odd patterns and splotches.
"You should not be here... Go home, boy..." the shadows called in hundreds of different voices to the boy.
The boy marched on.
"Go home, boy. We cannot protect you tonight..." they called.
The boy well knew that. He didn't care.
I don't want your protection tonight. the boy thought back.
He had only a few hours. He didn't care that he would get no help from the shadows around tonight.
The wind began to pick up and it suddenly seemed to carry a chill to it. The boy smiled as he marched on. He knew what was coming by the slight metallic taste in that wind.
Deep into the forest the boy stopped when he came to a small clearing. The clearing was a small valley and devoid of any plant besides tall thick grass. The silver moonlight above shone brightly on the clearing, seeming to magnify the single mound of dirt lying in the center of the clearing in the boy's vision. Apparently the glamoure was still working.
"Go home, boy! This is a fight we cannot help you with! We are forbidden tonight!" the shadows around him screamed and yelled, screeching in his mind.
I did not ask for your help! the boy yelled back in his mind.
The boy felt the shadows around separate from him and he stood alone on the edge of the clearing.
The chilled wind returned and the boy smiled.
"Hello Langrif. I'm glad you've come. I've been meaning to talk to you." the boy said turning to a shadow that slowly took a human-like form.
When the form had finished creating its humanoid appearance it blinked open it large pupil-less emerald eyes and crossed its black wispy arms. The boy laughed knowing what the shadow would say.
"Master. You should not be here..." the shadow began to say.
The boy clapped he hand on the shadows shoulder and smiled.
"Ahh, Langrif, your worry is refreshing. Truly, it is. But, I've more important matters to speak with you about."
The shadow dropped is arms back to its side and looked at the boy. The shadow knew what they boy was going to say, and despite having worked for this moment for two centuries, the shadow felt a pang of regret.
"Langrif," the boy sighed, "You have served me well. But your service is no longer required. You are free."
"Master...?"
"I ask only one last thing of you Langrif. Tell them I'm sorry. When you do that you may take your things back and return to your world."
The shadow fell silent. Freedom was the thing that it had been dreaming of for the past two hundred years. Now, it suddenly felt regret for it.
"And Langrif... Thank you." the boy said before turning and walking out into the clearing.
The shadow stared after the boy for a few more seconds before leaving to go do as it was told. It would tell them. And then, it would return to it's world. For it had no choice.




So, yeah. The story is crap and the build is simple, but I needed something simple. I got a lot going on. My main inspiration for this guy was the image I pictured when thinking of Egyptian gods. The legends say that they could shift from animal to human form when inhabiting a host. The first thought into my head was something along the lines of Bastet the cat goddess. So, while this MOC is male, I tried to go for a somewhat cat warrior feel. Not sure I did real well, but oh well, like I said, I needed something simple

And for those of you that wonder, I am working on the monkey.