All seen was its golden eyes, its fangs which it showed off accompanied by the drops of thick liquid from it's mouth, it's claws which were ready to strike at any time and its dark tough skin.
As soon as Callum had stepped behind Oliver, that which stood before them both growled loudly at their faces, letting them feel the strength in his growl, and the oozing stench which accompanied the loud growl.
But its growl was cut off with an arrow which had flown from behind them into the left eye of the beast, causing it to stagger while it still stood firm on the ground.
In their surprise they watched, and their head couldn't resist turning back to see the one who had fired the shot. Oliver had a smile on his face when he seemed to have recognised the one hi held the arrow and the bow in his hand.
It was Tedros. He was seemingly young, and one could estimate his age to be in his early twenties. Yet the zealous fire that burned within him was unquenchable, and the desire to become a powerful warrior for his kingdom radiated in the glow of his hazel coloured eyes.
He had fired the shot accurately, and the smile on Oliver's face had forced one on his face too. The younger one had lowered his bow and his arrow, having every fragment of his mind concentrated on staring at his king with his shoulders raised high for firing a perfect shot at a werewolf.
But Oliver's face drifted away from Tedros' as he stared back at the beast whose left eye had been damaged by a sharp piercing arrow. The beast had pulled off the arrow from its eye, dropping it to the ground and growling at the younger one who had shot the arrow.
"Run Tedros..." Oliver screamed as he pulled himself backwards alongside Callum, staring at the younger one who didn't seem to have the slightest obedience to his instructions.
Tedros was more concerned about making a name in battle rather than his safety. He pulled out an arrow from its quiver, making sure its fletching side and the nock had aligned with the string of the bow.
Unlike those who had been in the army, he was a slow shooter, one who still needed training when it came to the mastery of archery. One would blame a king like Oliver to let one who wasn't skilled enough ride off and partake in battle, but the younger's plea for participation had given the King a benefit of doubt.
"Tedros..!" Oliver screamed his name as he pushed himself backwards, causing Callum to fall to the ground. The beast leaped from its position, its hands and legs supporting its movement with persistence even when more arrows were shot by the one he intended on devouring.
But Tedros didn't stop shooting, neither did he remain standing in his position. Like Oliver had commanded, he had taken to his heels, running at the fastest pace he could attain while he still struggled with fixing the arrow in the bow and shooting at the wild beast.
He tripped to the ground, falling face flat on the ground and jerking off the ground almost immediately to get back on the race. But the monster caught up with him, picking him up from the ground by his neck and dragging him over to an ebony tree and slamming his back against the tree.
It tightened its hold on the younger one, pressing tightly against his neck as though he would choke on. He held on to the werewolf's large arm, his legs dancing in the air as he struggled the breath. His constant kicks and hits to any part of the beast's body didn't seem to ease what he felt, rather it seemed to have increased its fury.
His struggles and strength were definitely of no match for a being of higher strength and size, and soon his struggle had ceased at the instant when the beast had driven its long sharp claws into his belly.
Tedros' eyes widened as he felt the sharpness of the claws penetrate his stomach, and his constant beating of the beast has slowly reduced as his strength was redirected into surviving the pains he felt.
He whimpered, tears rolling down his eyes as he watched his life disappear slowly, and with the werewolf still growling at his face, it buried its fangs down into his throat.
His flesh parted, and the fangs pierced down into his external jugular vein, letting blood ooze out of it into its mouth.
Once it was done, it dropped him on the ground, growling loudly again with its head lifted up to the heavens before it leaped off into the air towards an unknown location.
Seconds later did Oliver appear, running at a fast pace with Callum trailing behind him, and Oliver's speed reduced as he could see the younger one struggling for life on the ground with his left hand placed on his neck.
"Tedros!" He whimpered his name with a low toned voice, his face squeezed at the sight of the blood of the young man who had an energetic spirit.
He ran his way down towards the younger one, falling to his knees in seconds, lifting him up from his head and placing him on his thighs as he stared at him tears welling up in his eyes.
"Tedros.!" He shook his head with exhausted breath, having drops of tears rolling down his eyes as he held him tightly in his hand.
"I told you to run, didn't I?" He questioned to the other who still struggled in his arms.
"I.." the other stuttered the words with tears rolling down his eyes. His right hand wss gripped tightly towards Oliver's clothing, and his eyes never departed from his face.
"I tried" he spoke the words completely. This time, tears rolled down his eyes, yet he wore a comforting smile on his face, one which protrayed fulfilment in his actions.
"Hold tight.." he stuttered with exhausted breath, sniffling his nostrils as his wet red eyes stared down at Tedros' bitten neck. He placed his hand on his neck with no idea of how to cease the blood flow.
"Please.. hold on.." he pleaded.
"It's all my fault!" Oliver claimed with a low tone as he buried his face down the right neck of Tedros. He blamed himself for the young man's death. He should have considered professionalism over quests and desires to make a name, to be a hero.
He should have found a way to save the younger from the things which were yet to come rather than ordering him to take to his heels when he was certain he could never outrun a beast as powerful as that.
And in a second, Oliver could barely feel the heat in the other's body, and his breathing had ceased. Tedros' left hand had dropped lifelessly from shielding his neck, and his eyes remained open even when his life had departed from his body.
"Sire..?" Callum stood behind him and called out to him, staring at him and also at a far region.
"It seems the beast is heading towards the Kingdom.." he said.
His words had ceased the tears from Oliver's eyes, and slowly he lifted up his head from Tedros' neck, staring back at Callum.