Beauty and the Beast, My version, a diffrent version

Prolog

He spun he whirred but he couldn’t see him. Ben had gone. Where had he gone?

    “What have you done?” he growled towards the green flowing figure of the goddess. His talons scraped at the dirt.

    “Calm my ti’anne Calm. He was dying. You know this.”

    “He still had time. You’ve robed me of my time!” He lashed towards her with the talons she had gifted him with and snarled with fangs that she had placed upon him. The fur she lain upon his back stood on end as he leaped at her. She dispersed into smoke like water upon a stone and was gone.

    “ti’anne, ti’anne, how rude using my own gifts against me? tut-tut, as you humans say. Tut-tut” her voice was like poison and winter and a cold hard whip upon ones back all together screaming whispering but it didn’t matter. Where was Ben. Ben was all that mattered. Ben. He was animal she had made him an animal, and every animal has instinct. His just happened to go by the name of Ben.