by Sergei Kravinoff » Thu Mar 20, 2014 9:55 pm
"No. It is nothing less that a work of art."
That's when...it...broke through the locked back room.
It took up most of the space from floor to ceiling, brushing against even the taller roof here in the lobby.
The best first word to describe it would be "minotaur", but that's not quite right, either. With cloven feet and horns, it's not a bad first shot, though. The legs were thicker than that of your stereotypical minotaur, and hairier.
Then there were the wings. That's not normal for a minotaur, if such a phrase could be said to exist. The wingspan must be a good 15 feet wide, propelled by muscles as thick as ropes.
The tail was odd, too, as it had...well, let's be frank, it had what looked like a mouth with fangs, dripping venom. Might want to stay away from that.
And then there were the tentacles coming out of it's back. That certainly wasn't normal.
"The perfect pray. Not ready for deployment yet, hence my continued presence. But it can get a good test run---on you," Kraven laughed.
The beast howled.