The Beast

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The Beast

Another night settles on a planet, and its moon appears. A shrill howl pierces the air, driving goosebumps across the necks of everyone who heard it. The gallant knight rides his white horse, driving his heels into it to make it go faster. His noble steed gallops at a speed only the knight could control, making his mane resemble white flames, flickering, biting at the cold night sky. Even though his pace heightened tremendously, it was not enough. His hunt was over. The Beast had reached the city. He dismounted his majestic stallion and proceeded cautiously toward the gate. It could be anywhere, behind the walls, on the gate, but he knew that it brooded in his heart, making it quiver by teasing it with the icy cold daggers of fear. He walked upon the road leading into town with inhumane stealth. As he looked around, he spotted it's silhouette, gorging down a poor soul, revealed to him by the mild shivering of the streetlight. It's shapeless figure lingered in the darkness for a while, and visible were only it's blood curdling crimson eyes.

The knight gasped as it emerged from the darkness. The Beast was all muscle, lean and mean. It's powerful legs twitched, as though they had a mind of their own.Its mouth was frothing at the corners, the froth guided along it's gleaming fangs. The fiend's fur was matted against it's rugged skin, hardened by the blood and sweat that was scattered all over it. The covering of fur armoured It, making the strongest of blows inefficient, and rebounding the most accurate arrows. It's claws had a sheen even the masterful of blacksmiths couldn't produce, and were so sharp that they put the greatest of swords to shame.

The knight bellowed a war cry and attacked the monster, and they engaged in a battle apt for all the history books of old, The knight blocked, swung, and dodged, and the beast slashed, rolled and evaded. But like all fine battles, there could be only one victory, and that was achieved by the beast, by a diversive snap at the neck, and the main attack at the knight's heart. The moment its hit connected, they both knew it was over. Pale as a ghost he lay there, surrounded by his own blood, his last sign of defeat.

FIN