We all watch with wide eyes and horrified faces as the beast rears up and roars, filling the air with the overwhelming stench of its rotted, putrid breath.
I clamp a hand over my nose and mouth.
It's enormous.
From this distance, I can tell its claws are as long as swords. It stands on its hind legs, and...for lack of a better description it looks like a demon.
Black fur covers its body, and in places patches of mottled scarred skin show through, as if it's suffered in a past battle.
It's enormous.
Not just tall but wide.
Wicked horns twist from its head. Its maw opens so wide when it roars that it could bite a human in half with one snap.
Nothing but hatred pours from its glowing red eyes.
It's all muscle.
Massive, unhinged, sharp, jagged, intimidating, vicious muscle.
Every part of it is lethal, a weapon, something that is created solely to kill and devour and destroy.
