09-13-2018, 09:05 PM
[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 55%; font-family: georgia; font-size: 11pt; letter-spacing: -1px; color: black"]Out of touch with the world and out of touch with her mentality. The beast ruled, primal and always, always hungry. It craved and she craved for the feeling of flesh and bone cracking and breaking between her massive teeth. Yes, she was hungry and as large as her thick form was she needed food. It would come to her or she would come to it there was no reason to doubt this. Her ears pulled forward, brushing against horns that wrapped around them and pushed back toward her spine. She could hear them, moving, making strange sounds that she had once known herself. The creature had been alone for too long of a time to care about such vocalizations. To care at all about anything but living and instinct. To plan for food and where to get it and how to defend what she saw as her own. Slowly the thing's head lifted up and she allowed air to pull through flaring nostrils as she took in the scent of the place. Her tail, thick spines shifting and rustling as she began to walk forward. Heat exuded from her body, wavering in the air from red scales that wrapped around her body. Tilting her head a bit the eerie glow of blue in her eyes reflected off a small pool of water that she kept her distance from. Hunger. Must eat.
Her mind was absorbed by that thought and the warhound started to go forward again, taking her time to ease into a more fitting position. There she could lie in wait and see if her prey came to her first. Her body slowly began to dematerialize as if by magic. But her form was only becoming invisible for the ambush, slowly slipping into that camouflage that she thought was so natural to her own species. Whatever she was. Her eyes soon lost their glow and she lowered her form upon the ground, jaws slightly parted and large teeth ready to meet the flesh and hide of anything that soon stepped in her location. Her tail was ready for a fight held up and she could easily us it as a battering ram and break bodies, bones. Now she held perfectly still, waiting and watching and seeing. Hoping though a small bit of agitation was creeping into the massive beast. A disdain perhaps for this part and her side claws twitched, once then twice but no further movement came from her hulking mass.
Her mind was absorbed by that thought and the warhound started to go forward again, taking her time to ease into a more fitting position. There she could lie in wait and see if her prey came to her first. Her body slowly began to dematerialize as if by magic. But her form was only becoming invisible for the ambush, slowly slipping into that camouflage that she thought was so natural to her own species. Whatever she was. Her eyes soon lost their glow and she lowered her form upon the ground, jaws slightly parted and large teeth ready to meet the flesh and hide of anything that soon stepped in her location. Her tail was ready for a fight held up and she could easily us it as a battering ram and break bodies, bones. Now she held perfectly still, waiting and watching and seeing. Hoping though a small bit of agitation was creeping into the massive beast. A disdain perhaps for this part and her side claws twitched, once then twice but no further movement came from her hulking mass.