Post by Ferobbcious Beast on Jun 6, 2019 14:19:31 GMT
It was only natural for the Beastmother to investigate the strange new world her children had found themselves on. After watching the world from a distance for some time, curiosity drove Ristaang to explore it for herself.
The Northern Eye, the red sphere that hung in the sky like a mere, innocent star, flashed brighter. In a brilliant burst of blood red swirls, Ristaang was there, rising like a mountain of fur and muscle. Her claws dug firmly into the earth, her element.
The Great Beast regarded the new world with a stern glare. It seemed fairly innocent, though much different from Colossus.
Ristaang snuffed the air and stepped forward, exploring the area. Her weighty footsteps could be felt for thousands of meters. With her sheer size and presence, the Aspect of Beast captured the attention of the nearby wildlife and commanded their respect with her imposing appearance alone.
But not all of them bowed to the mighty Beastmother.
Perhaps they were desperately hungry. Perhaps they were simply foolish.
Whatever the reason, one creature bit down on Ristaang's tail.
Deep breathing like the rumbling of an earthquake, Ristaang slowly turned around, a massive monolith of muscle obscuring the sun from where the smaller creature stood. Her large, antlered shadow drew an ominous, dark veil over the brave, or perhaps foolish, attacker. Like a hiker before a mountain, a mortal before a god, the critter was absolutely dwarfed in size - and power.
The little teeth of the animal did nothing at all to the Great Beast, the tiny, bony knives too small and backed by too little strength to pierce through the thick fur and flesh of Ristaang, but she recognized the pressure they created on her pelt. In truth, she had noticed the two little creatures before, but she had chosen to ignore them in her expectation that they would not dare approach her, let alone harass her.
Releasing the mouthful of fur, the critter stood up on its hind legs, defying Ristaang. The Beastmother, though surprised by its sheer boldness, was not amused. Her eyes flashed a bright red.
A flick of her massive, clawed paw against the creature’s face sent it whirling uncontrollably. A loud rip sounded as the side of its face burst into a mass of torn flesh, bone and blood. Droplets of blood flew from its maw and nostrils; a few fell from its ear. The spilled blood outlined a circular arc in the air as the critter spun like a top, before it finally collapsed against the ground in shock. A pool of blood rapidly expanded from its downed form.
Sternly watching the creature fall, Ristaang threw a glance at its partner, who, so far, had stayed out of this. The blood red gaze would have sent a cold chill running down any creature’s spine, but not these stubborn little beings.
Ristaang caught the second creature mid-pounce. Its limbs flailed helplessly in the air, too far from the ground and too far from Ristaang’s body to be able to grasp at anything but the nothingness of the cold air.
A simple flex of Ristaang’s fingers crumpled its skull like a grape.
There was a wet, sickening crack, followed by the thud of its limp body hitting the ground in a heap when Ristaang flung it to the side like something broken and useless.
The great antlered Beast snorted, turning around as she lumbered away from the slack bodies of her foes.
Crimson swirls curled around her form, and soon the enormous Beastmother vanished as the flame-like energy engulfed her completely. The Northern Eye flashed again.
Her children could handle this world fine.
The Northern Eye, the red sphere that hung in the sky like a mere, innocent star, flashed brighter. In a brilliant burst of blood red swirls, Ristaang was there, rising like a mountain of fur and muscle. Her claws dug firmly into the earth, her element.
The Great Beast regarded the new world with a stern glare. It seemed fairly innocent, though much different from Colossus.
Ristaang snuffed the air and stepped forward, exploring the area. Her weighty footsteps could be felt for thousands of meters. With her sheer size and presence, the Aspect of Beast captured the attention of the nearby wildlife and commanded their respect with her imposing appearance alone.
But not all of them bowed to the mighty Beastmother.
Perhaps they were desperately hungry. Perhaps they were simply foolish.
Whatever the reason, one creature bit down on Ristaang's tail.
Deep breathing like the rumbling of an earthquake, Ristaang slowly turned around, a massive monolith of muscle obscuring the sun from where the smaller creature stood. Her large, antlered shadow drew an ominous, dark veil over the brave, or perhaps foolish, attacker. Like a hiker before a mountain, a mortal before a god, the critter was absolutely dwarfed in size - and power.
The little teeth of the animal did nothing at all to the Great Beast, the tiny, bony knives too small and backed by too little strength to pierce through the thick fur and flesh of Ristaang, but she recognized the pressure they created on her pelt. In truth, she had noticed the two little creatures before, but she had chosen to ignore them in her expectation that they would not dare approach her, let alone harass her.
Releasing the mouthful of fur, the critter stood up on its hind legs, defying Ristaang. The Beastmother, though surprised by its sheer boldness, was not amused. Her eyes flashed a bright red.
A flick of her massive, clawed paw against the creature’s face sent it whirling uncontrollably. A loud rip sounded as the side of its face burst into a mass of torn flesh, bone and blood. Droplets of blood flew from its maw and nostrils; a few fell from its ear. The spilled blood outlined a circular arc in the air as the critter spun like a top, before it finally collapsed against the ground in shock. A pool of blood rapidly expanded from its downed form.
Sternly watching the creature fall, Ristaang threw a glance at its partner, who, so far, had stayed out of this. The blood red gaze would have sent a cold chill running down any creature’s spine, but not these stubborn little beings.
Ristaang caught the second creature mid-pounce. Its limbs flailed helplessly in the air, too far from the ground and too far from Ristaang’s body to be able to grasp at anything but the nothingness of the cold air.
A simple flex of Ristaang’s fingers crumpled its skull like a grape.
There was a wet, sickening crack, followed by the thud of its limp body hitting the ground in a heap when Ristaang flung it to the side like something broken and useless.
The great antlered Beast snorted, turning around as she lumbered away from the slack bodies of her foes.
Crimson swirls curled around her form, and soon the enormous Beastmother vanished as the flame-like energy engulfed her completely. The Northern Eye flashed again.
Her children could handle this world fine.
