Drip...
Drip...
Drip...
In a cool deepness, small droplets of water trickled on the edges of the dark cavern, gleaming like glittering jewels. A warm wind was slithering around every nook and cranny of this colossal hole at the bottom of a mountain surrounded by mist, untouched by man.
Unknown to the naked eye, there lied a beast with fur as dark as the midnight sky, sleeping at the corner, of the deepest area. Camouflaging with the sweating walls.
Suddenly, a caw echoed, seeming as if the sound was on repeat. Eyes opened in a matter of seconds, eyes of the colour of molten iron, savage and unrestraint. The beast has awakened from its abysmal sleep. Rousing from its slumber, it slowly began to stand on its feet, standing at least two metres tall. The creature started to move from the darkness, its luminous orbs observing the surroundings.
It walks at a slow pace, swinging from left to right due, creating thundering sounds from its heavy footsteps. It steps out of the dark abyss and treads out into the ethereal mist to look for pray.
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In the Darkness
Short StoryA beast has awakened from its slumber and starts looking for prey.
