monster was close behind, groaning with teh weight of its recent feeding. The awnings above shuddered witht eh raor, the inhuman aching roar of a beast long gone from the mortal realm. The man gripped his shoulder, a wound sputtering orange-red blood. The beast hunted my scent and fear, grasping at the walls of the citadel with its massive tendrils.
A mouth emerged from its muddied hide, screaming with the fuel of nightmares and horrific things. It was the face of a child, crying and in seconds, it was swallowed back into the amorpheous body of the beast. The man continued to climb, his breaths shallow from racing up the stairs blindly. I continued to watch from behind a curtain, floating safely in my bubble from the ceiling. It was a sorrow-sport, an execution for the sake of entertainment and my master urged teh beast onward. I sighed in exasperation as the man tripped. He was so clo