The Creature doesn't respond, simply staring directly at his opponent with his bright eyes,No emotions shown
His claws pushing back against the cold steel
โ๐น๐๐๐๐๐ me this, ๐ฎ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐.
I ๐บ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ with no ๐ป๐๐๐๐๐.
I ๐ญ๐๐๐๐๐ with no ๐ป๐๐.
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Cold Breath ran behind the hero's neck, The Creature being much taller than the human
The Beast took the first strike, swiping it's clawed hand downards at the human
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Tell-tale sign that whatever it is, it's about to attack. . . Brandishing the blade, he keeps himself on high alert, allowing his primitive instincts to take over. It's fight or flight, and he chose fight.
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Loading the crossbow and aiming at whichever direction the sound comes from โ on second thought, it's coming from all around him. If it plans to attack him head-on, then a ranged weapon will be useless, so he pulls an oversized, serrated machete out and braces himself.
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And suddenly, the trail grows cold, Footprints no longer visible , and yet suddenly. . .
The sound of footsteps against the ground and chains rattling began to surround the human
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Trailing the prints, he keeps his weapon at the ready, taking note of the markings left in the snow. Something with hooves. . . Something really big with hooves. He makes sure not to tarnish them with his own as he follows, just in case.
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A trail of hooved like footprints could be found against the snow
Every footprint came in pairs, as if the creature walked on two feet,eliminating any ordinary animal
Something was lurking in the frozen forest, Something far from natural
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โ Dude. . . There's something huge out here. . . โ He mutters as he trudges through the blanket of frost coating the ground, cautiously tracking the presence he senses.แ
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And even less natural where the Hooved shaped footprints being left along the snow
All signs pointed to one single point of origin
A beast of yore has arrived unto the realm
Searching for those who belong in his list, and of course..
Hell had no shortage of them
Christmas eve has arrived onto hell, and with it, a powerful snowstorm
The usually crimson landscape having been turned into a Frozen Wasteland in mere minutes
Lakes of fire freezing over,Creatures seeking shelter, and the temperature dropping heavily
It was unnatural
Christmas Eve has arrived
And with it, so has the beast
Lock your doors and windows, light up whatever source of heat you might have
And Pray to whatever god you believe in, that you aren't part of his list