Zaldrak

A muffled squeal from a distance, footsteps along the dirt floor, and was that…blood? Oh no…she was here, here to feast. A cold-blooded killer, a murderer, a hunter! A legend followed her wherever she went, it started with one, then three, then a whole burrow, and more followed soon after. It was nothing anyone had seen before, was this what a monster was?

It was said her cavern was adorned with the carcasses of her bounty, stacked atop one another, to show off her killings, and her accomplishments. Others noted that she was seen wearing them, decorating herself with their parts, but that couldn’t be true…Someone had told you once, she would show off those scars of hers with a massive sinister grin, like they were badges of honor, like trophies she had won, from a battle that spanned the red sea. A claw to the eye from a famous hero, a dusty scrape from a beating by a protector, and a massive bite given by a mother, and all of them, taken, gone.

However, it was odd. Whenever she appeared, it was only to kill. She might munch on one or two of the passed, but the rest were…collected. For what purpose? Must be to feed her pride you think, it was only logical…right? You hoped that you were right as you quickly left, before you became her next target. She watched as you left, intense golden eyes fixated on her next prize, “Ah, there you are…” a low growl followed by a chuckle, “I’ve finally found you…my crown.”

~ Credit: Nyra Zombie (#490644) ~