Fangs dripping venom that sizzled on the dirt, barely missing his scrambling feet as he tore away. Massive talons the size of a heifter curling ominously, stemming from thick, meaty paws covered in rough reptilian scales. Hissing snakes sprouting from the beast's head in a thick tangle that made him sick to watch. Snarling, snapping maw and large, dragon-like wings thundering down to rile the earth below and press on his eardrums like mallets.
It wasn't often that Kampé came to play, but when she did, the world cowered in terror.
His peaceful little village of Level One Hundred was just that- peaceful. It was calm, collected, albeit a bit strange in layout and architecture, but it was his home.
Then the stranger came. Her clothes and armor were strange and bright, her hair whipped around by some invisible force, and her eyes were too bright.
She knew something they didn't, but no one dared asked her what.
Suspicious of the possibility that the stranger was some god in disguise, they had left her to jump around on the buildings to collect the odd glowing items his elders had foretold were placed there by the ancients. Long ago his curiosity for them was stamped out, and he had lived in naive oblivion to them until her arrival.
But with her vulgar appearance, so different than the steady atmosphere of his home, she had brought with her worse things.
And she could not fight them.
Try in vain as she might, her battle with the monster that ripped and tore and hurt, ended bittersweetly as her body faded softly into the background, contrast stark to the wild entrance in which she came.
The town did not mourn her, and there was no body to bury. They only rejoiced in that her own loss had brought about the disappearance of their monster.
And life returned to normal.
A pane of thin glass that soon shattered.
With the shards came a new stranger.
Not in the tawdry way of the first stranger. He was not vulgar in nature or even, really, strange- as she had been.
As the beast rose again, screaming through the cracked ground as fire flew up from her amassed form, he did not flinch. He showed no fear, as she has.
And the speed at which he vanquished the horror was a monster in itself.
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