29 April 2012
I went for a stroll one misty night and roved upon the moors, and there a creature I did see a beast of teeth and claws. Blood curdling screams enveloped me as the fog set in, but no one could I see around just this creature grim. It moved to me and I could feel it had me in its sights, my body froze I dropped my torch I lost the will to fight. Within that second the beast had pounced his hot breath upon my face, and then his teeth sank into flesh as blood quenched this creatures taste. A shot rang out the beast it fled and through the mist I saw, the hero come to rescue me soaked in blood and gore. That night I will remember the hero who came and went, and the foul creature for whom my blood was spilled.
Beast • Opuss № I