A Mythical Beast

02 OCTOBER 2013, 09:37 AM

With a long ten metre body, with razor sharp claws that could rip flesh off in a moment, the body covered with an array of rotting skin and a few last remaining feathers from its days of glory, the beast remained forever exiled from its home, from its days past, exiled by creatures which called themselves the loved creation of God. Its head, grotesquely shaped, misshapen by its tormentors of the past, looked up and out to a freedom it has known but been deprived of. Sharp, yellowed and decayed teeth protruded out from its mouth. Its skin bore the marks of the wars it had faced, the wars which had made him an outcast, a reject, a thing to be despised. Surrounded by the smell of decayed flesh, it screams, it screams in agony, longing for its past life, for a life of joy, a life of acceptance.
But darkness has prevailed, its mind has been conquered, turning it into chthonic monster.
It searches for its victims, seeking its revenge against the race that put it there.

In a dark cave among the rugged lonely mountain it awaits its prey...patiently... with a bloodthirsty vengeance.