I don't like walking around this old and empty house

Moath · March 15, 2019, 12:48 PM

There was nowhere left to go, nowhere left to run. Panic crept up my throat as I ran into yet another dead end, and realized he had led me here. Turning around, I found him...

Whatever hellish power fueled him, whatever violent energy coaxed his shambling mass forward, it threw his jowls towards the skittering woman, dragging downward on a nimble hip. Almost like that of an alligator from the bayou surface, it was explosive and well timed, but minuscule in aim. He near missed the hip, canines grating a perilous trail until he had to grasp something or lose all of his meal.

A tail- her tail was all he could get a grip of. Like some rabid mongrel, he took the illegal reserves of his energy and shook that burly head to and fro, then pulled backwards as his body huffed.

And in silence, he waited.