Invisible Tiger idea revisited

Long Ago…

Every Year there was a terrible demon.
Who took human souls and ate people’s hearts,
Who devoured whole villages leaving no hope,
Who would come to save us all?

{Long Ago horned lion and shaman
Descended from heaven to battle the demon.
A sight which burned into the eyes of the people.
Who stood up to the Year to save themselves.}

“Everybody in position!” yelled Win, young leader of the lion team. Giant Incense Sticks were lit in memory of ancestors, great heroes, and local spirits. Gong and cymbal players scrambled into position. Win picked up his drum sticks and raised them as August and Moon fanned down the horned lions who were become excited in the commotion.
The two siblings brother August Eighth and sister Maykeli Moon along with leader Win were among the few who could get along with the Lions. Most people found it hard to even look at them directly. They almost seemed to refract looks, as their image seemed ever changing and unstable. Their colors seemed to change as well as their length. They were about the size of horses had heads of lions, sort of, and a single horn on their heads. Their snake like body varied even within the same glance of the same lion. They were terrifyingly present and yet terrifyingly not quite there. These Lions were still quite young and could not yet fly. In fact they were quite difficult to control. Moon and August could calm them somewhat with their fans. But it was Win’s drumming that could lull them into sleep or awaken them to fight, coax them to the left or to the right, depending on how he played.