fury and blades

The scent of flesh upon the wind awoke the slumbering beast. Saliva immediately filled the gaping jaws of the ravenous beast. The hunger that could never be satiated roared in his shriveled belly. Tight, papery skin hugged a hunched torso close, brandishing rib after rib all in a row. There were no eyes atop the creature's head, so he relied only on the scent and smell of those who dare lurk in his home.

It seemed this time there wasn't a need to search for his prey, for they were more than willing to bring themselves to him on a silver platter. As his razor sharp teeth rotated eagerly in his maw, the sticky saliva dripped from gaping jaws as his body slowly rotated in the direction of the smaller creatures. From the sound of it, there were two creatures. One bigger, clad with something metallic that caused the scent of blood to drift in his general direction.

The other was much smaller, smelling sickly and sounding unwell. The first was a decadent prize for the Metus, but the small one would likely offer little for his appetite. However, the beast was greedy, and he would take whatever he could find. With a raucous roar he stomped forward, saliva flapping everywhere as the beast prepared for the upcoming battle.

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