He was called often to rescue the fools who wandered too far into the Brotshire’s acid swamps.
It took five trips traversed through narrow passages of wind-sheared air before he realized that this particular man had been losing himself on purpose in order to gain his attention.
This was actually the first of the two liners I wrote. The POV man is supposed to be riding the beast, though I don’t explicitly state that, and I envisioned the two of them shaking their heads at ‘foreigners’ who keep wandering into danger XD
But, hey, they probably get paid! Especially this time around ;)
What would your two line story be for this fae/nightmare-crossed beast?