I did mention four things right?
Those other two things that remained to be said, are equally matched on awe and amazingness, with the horns.
Two melancholically wings.
If you were a monster, you might think that, having two wings, wasn’t something out of the ordinary…
But truth be said, even for a monster, that was pretty rare to get.
They would cover his body twice if stretched, that is… If he could actually stretch them.
They just didn’t move at all. He forgot how to use them, or they were maybe, damaged beyond repair, like is leg, ear and… heart.
They most of the time had a dark pattern. And I said “most of the time” for a reason… they would change sometimes… on various colourfull different patterns…
It seems that the wings were temperamental ones. They would only change according with our “monster” mood. If he was happy they would transform to a whitish tone, anger would lead them to a terrific bright red, sadness to a dark tone.
Since they most of the times, had a dark pattern, our "monster" assumed they were black by definition. Happiness, our “monster” knew very little of, on his long atribulated life there was only a few moments of pure joy and beauty that, unfortunatly, came by utterly fast, and anger a lot more in comparison, but the few moments where that occurred, he had better things to worry about than looking at his back.
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