A Grim Glory - ON HOLD

Grim. The creature that lurks in the dark. The creature that does not hesitate to kill. So they say.


1. Grim

Grim. Some say he is the grim reaper, others say he is the devil. A dark figure in the night. Some say he is the last of his kind, others say he is just a glimpse of what is to come. He haunts nightmares. He stalks you while you walk alone. He hunts for his next victim. So they say.

Grim walked. One pale paw after the other. His cloak swirled, conjuring the fog. The grey blade on his tail glittered in what little moonlight could drift through the mist white. There was not a cloud in the sky. They had all come down to meet the earth. Grim slowed to a halt, his red eyes fixed on the cloud ahead of him. Out of the fog came a snarling set of jaws. Grim growled, settling into an offensive position. The dog stopped in its tracks, the German Shepard obviously thinking better then to go after the creature before it. Grim's head came up to around six feet. Any dog would shy away from him. The dog's owner stepped into view, only to stop short after seeing the dragon. Grim spoke to them, sending a message with his mind. Run, little human... he whispered, his black hood shielding his head well. All that could be seen was his muzzle, the jagged bone that formed his teeth and the dark shadow concealing his eyes, yet allowed an eerie red to glow through. Grim was in no mood to be nice, however, and leaped out towards the man's dog. After one last pained glance at the German Shepard, he fled. Grim got to work, subduing the dog easily and slicing a deep cut over its neck with his tail's scythe before clamping his jaws over it. The dog's life was drained almost instantly, and Grim stepped away. He returned the way he had come, fog and cloak swirling in his wake, away from human life once again.

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