The Beast
(This is my second story so pls fav and comment)
The hero woke up and saw The Beasts snarling jaws heaved back revealing rows of smooth fangs as piercing as stilettos and drool trickled down in globules to form shimmering, abundant lakes on the ground. A profound growl could be heard reverberating deep in its bottomless pit of a stomach, as it stalked closer to the hero.
Its claws were glistening like the sun itself, and they were as serrated as breadknives, The Beast's eyes seemed to be leeching the colour out of the air like they were black holes. The Beast opened it jaws and suddenly the hero heard a gigantic "GROOAAAN!"
The Beast was the size of a Rhino and very bit of it was covered by
Ashy blacky/grey smoke except its mouth and its paws weren't covered and its eyes weren't covered, they were a very dark olive colour.
As The Beast stalked closer, its stench invaded the hero's nostrils and he gagged on the pungent odour of rotting fish and old blood. He assaulted The Beast with a massive blow to the frontal lobes knocking him sideways and knocked The Beast out, it slumped forward and fell like a sack of potatoes, taking advantage of this the hero sprinted as far away as he could and-then he hid in some trees. He stayed there for a couple of hours and then went out into the plains. All around the hero looked and saw he was in the Siberian desolate wasteland.
The trees were frozen like jagged, frost giants fingers reaching up from their deathly frozen grave, going past them were tire tracks in the snow, like something had been dragged and their fingers had been clawing the snow as they were being taken off to be killed. Sometimes every now and then, birds that weren't flying fast enough to keep warm plummeted, lifeless, cold and snowy as they fell to the hoary, arctic ground.
The steely greyish/ blue sky overlooked the landscape as the auroras blazed on. As the hero looked on there was a fast, dark, shape above that turned the same colour as the sky, thinking that he is going crazy the hero looks in a different direction. In the murky distance a small dome erupted from the ground and a warm yellowish light emanated from it, it was an abandoned abode, with the roof smashed in and splatters o crimson streaked on the arctic ground like someone dropped pots of paint along.
The hero sprinted closer to the igloo hopeful to find some support. However as he approached his subconscious pricked him like a million needles, something just didn't feel right. The yellowish light suddenly disappeared like a tsunami washing over an asteroid, the hero even more cautiously approached the abode, when suddenly the whole thing exploded and the hero was launched backwards. The hero realized that the fast dark shape must have been The Beast and it must have been a shape-shifter!
The icy air and snow wrapped around the hero as he struggled up, making his muscles tense and almost making him fall. The Beast changed shape back into a hell hound the size of a Rhino, and then as The Beast launched its death attack, the hero struggled and fumbled or his sword but his frozen fingers were reluctant to respond to its commands. As the hero looked deep into The Beast's black eyes he managed to draw his sword and then as he looked into its eyes again he realized that the end was nigh and almost upon them…. But for whom was the question?