Green Labyrinth
08-20-2017, 02:23 AM
Movement.
A long, soft, pink tongue slowly slips out from a round, tooth-ringed mouth. Nearly snakelike, it tasted the air. But, entirely not snakelike, massive claws on the end of monstrous hands slowly flex. Everything gradual and subtle about this predator. No fast movements to draw wary eyes towards his still stance in the shadows.
A single strand of saliva slipped from out his round, ever-open mouth. The thick skull, attached to an even thicker neck, rotates bit by bit towards the source of the disturbed space. Thin, flesh-colored skin is stretched taut over bulbous places eyes should be—but this naked beast is eyeless and jawless. He does not, however, lack patience.
So it was only when this cluster of movement —the soft echoes of wings and harder clicks of horns— came within his reach that he lunged.
This burst of movement was blindingly fast; long claws swiping through the air as crushing hands blindly sought his prey. Though the Magnus Metus knew where his quarry was, his blindness robbed him of the ability to know how to tackle her.
Though, his great size and strength had yet to fail him while hunting—as told by his gargantuan size.
A long, soft, pink tongue slowly slips out from a round, tooth-ringed mouth. Nearly snakelike, it tasted the air. But, entirely not snakelike, massive claws on the end of monstrous hands slowly flex. Everything gradual and subtle about this predator. No fast movements to draw wary eyes towards his still stance in the shadows.
A single strand of saliva slipped from out his round, ever-open mouth. The thick skull, attached to an even thicker neck, rotates bit by bit towards the source of the disturbed space. Thin, flesh-colored skin is stretched taut over bulbous places eyes should be—but this naked beast is eyeless and jawless. He does not, however, lack patience.
So it was only when this cluster of movement —the soft echoes of wings and harder clicks of horns— came within his reach that he lunged.
This burst of movement was blindingly fast; long claws swiping through the air as crushing hands blindly sought his prey. Though the Magnus Metus knew where his quarry was, his blindness robbed him of the ability to know how to tackle her.
Though, his great size and strength had yet to fail him while hunting—as told by his gargantuan size.
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