The Game "Author" Written Down Continued
It's scales could only be described as grotesque. The powerful leg muscles moved within it's flaky skin. Gnawing on a bone, it's body stiffened as it sniffed the air and found a new meal...
Poppy had no idea what this creature was, but remembered what she had been told when growing up if she were to meet a bear: Crouch down and don't make eye contact. And so she did. Yet that did little to divert the beast's attention. It rampaged about, disrupting the delicate experiments Poppy had spent years developing. Clearly, it's eyes weren't very good. Finally, it found what it had been looking for: Poppy. Poppy bit her lip to stop herself from screaming as the powerful jaws of the brute clamped upon her left arm, it's muzzle sinking deep into the muscles and tendons of her forearm. But before it could get a good grip, a force with immeasurable strength ripped her out of the savage's clutches.
"Nicholas!" cried Poppy, sighing in relief, momentarily forgetting the monster nearby as her eyes were fixated upon the boy who saved her. Nevertheless, she couldn't forget the throbbing pain in her arm, for one of the teeth belonging to the animal was in her forelimb. She sank to the floor, unable to rise anymore.
Although the girl was what it wanted, the barbarian thought that surely his master wouldn't mind if he snacked on a mere human, there was certainly meat on him. "But he might rise to protect the girl," the creature thought, "I doubt he knows what she is anymore than she does."
Nicholas stared as the monster came to a conclusion. Leaping upon him, it raised it's claws to strike the fatal blow...
Poppy had no idea what this creature was, but remembered what she had been told when growing up if she were to meet a bear: Crouch down and don't make eye contact. And so she did. Yet that did little to divert the beast's attention. It rampaged about, disrupting the delicate experiments Poppy had spent years developing. Clearly, it's eyes weren't very good. Finally, it found what it had been looking for: Poppy. Poppy bit her lip to stop herself from screaming as the powerful jaws of the brute clamped upon her left arm, it's muzzle sinking deep into the muscles and tendons of her forearm. But before it could get a good grip, a force with immeasurable strength ripped her out of the savage's clutches.
"Nicholas!" cried Poppy, sighing in relief, momentarily forgetting the monster nearby as her eyes were fixated upon the boy who saved her. Nevertheless, she couldn't forget the throbbing pain in her arm, for one of the teeth belonging to the animal was in her forelimb. She sank to the floor, unable to rise anymore.
Although the girl was what it wanted, the barbarian thought that surely his master wouldn't mind if he snacked on a mere human, there was certainly meat on him. "But he might rise to protect the girl," the creature thought, "I doubt he knows what she is anymore than she does."
Nicholas stared as the monster came to a conclusion. Leaping upon him, it raised it's claws to strike the fatal blow...
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