The swamp was quiet and dark, almost eerie, as the large buck waded through the murky water. His natural glow led the way through the night. Usually he spent these hours hunting for food, but night the hunt was for something entirely dfferent. Lovecraft had heard tell of Legendaries, blessed kin that would, in turn, bestow blessings on other kin, particularly those expecting children. He needed his little monsters to be blessed to be strong and capable.
If he searched hard enough, he was sure he'd come across a Legendary eventually. Then it would merely take convincing one to bless his soon-to-be offspring.
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