In response to learning that Australian wildlife isn't doing to well
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The Great Emu King.
As darkness came, the world changed. Beasts and monsters, man and wizards, forced back as darkness swept across the land. Not everyone was losing. Someone still fought. The great Emu king being one.
A dark flightless bird with a pattern of golden feathers forming a crown on its head. Far taller than your average emu. The great emu, currently busy squashing shadows of men and beasts as the appeared before him.
A man footsteps could be heard behind.
"Hi, my sweeties. Did you miss me"
A poacher from the past. Someone he had torn apart once. He had hunted down his subject and paid the price as he ripped his legs off and left him be eaten by beasts. He had survived. His feet now made of something far more sinister. Shadows.
The man lunged forwards, with far more speed than expected. The Emu king swept his feet grabbing the incoming blow, before throwing him into a boulder. Not that fast. He watched the man warily.
"I will skin you all and wear you like clothes. I will be the most famous man alive. "The man cackled as he slowly rose up.
That should have killed him. No matter. The Emu dashed towards him, grabbed him, and threw him far away.
"I will be back" he cackled as he flew into a pound full of crocodiles. The king ignored it. Shadows, beast and other threats had returned.
His people needed him, more than ever.