Stavanger Bay hollow earth

he strode down the fog-rimed beach, a hulking shape moving soundless between rifts of dense grey mists. his hollow eyes hungry, his lips hanging loose - occasionally the snort of a low growl passing through him, rumbling deep and ominous like the endlessly vague shapes of mist that shuffled alongside him.

he was ever hungry, an insensate and insatiable beast that followed nose and tongue in hellbent order. here the scatter of footprints in the sand foretold his arrival to some sort of encampment, and the cluster of scent markings that hung limpid and undisturbed in the briny air were met with an approving twitch of his immense muzzle.

he would come across small dogs soon; dogs he would hunt and kill and send to their unblinking doom. boldly the beast passed the imposing gates of stavanger, his long claws raking gouges in the sand in his wake.