Capítulo 8: An encounter 1
Ana strolled through the terrain, burdened with her peculiar choice for dinner.
Strapped across her back lay the lifeless form of a wolf, a creature known as the Murk Wolf. Yet, this was no ordinary specimen.
It stood at an astonishing height of over 8 meters, its weight surpassing a staggering 20 tons. It was a true behemoth.
Despite the massive proportions, Ana, with her robust lizard-crocodile form, carried the colossal beast effortlessly.
The weight seemed inconsequential, as if she were toting a mere knapsack.
"Why am I still going through the trouble of hunting when I don't need to eat, you ask? Well, because it's delicious!!.
I haven't tried this species before, so I'm really resisting the urge to try it raw now, you know!" Ana mused to herself, the thought swirling in her mind like a whispered secret.
As evening descended, Ana made her way into her newfound abode—the cave that had once been the domain of the slain Cloud Drake. Settling down, she prepared for her meal.
Just as she was about to begin, a subtle shift in the air caught her attention. Someone was approaching the cave.
Ana's keen senses discerned the presence of another being, unmistakably human.
Her golden, crocodile-like eyes turned towards the direction of the newcomer, their gaze sharp and assessing, as curiosity mingled with caution.
.....
In the heart of the forest, a wounded, burly man sprinted through the underbrush, his breaths ragged and labored.
It was clear he was fleeing from some imminent threat, driven by a primal instinct for survival.
Every step he took sent waves of searing pain through his battered body, the pain a cruel reminder of his desperate flight.
His sense of direction was lost in the wilderness, but he couldn't afford to dwell on it. He knew he had to press on, to put as much distance as he could between himself and whatever pursued him.
"Fuck you!!!!".
In the midst of his panicked escape, he couldn't help but unleash a venomous curse, a raw expression of his fear and frustration.
Then, as if a beacon of hope amidst the looming shadows, he spotted a cave up ahead. He was aware of the risks; caves often harbored perilous inhabitants.
Yet, he had no choice. If there was a monster within, his fate was sealed regardless.
But if the cave offered sanctuary, it could be the very thing that kept him alive.
With a surge of determination, he veered towards the cave's entrance, each step a calculated gamble in the high-stakes game of survival.
Stepping into the cave, he was met with a sight that froze his blood.
Before him stood a monstrous figure, nearly five meters in height, with scaly, green skin and a menacing double-edged blade. It was Ana,
...
Before Ana stood a muscular man with raven-black hair, his face etched with distress. It was evident he had sustained a recent wound, the mark of it still vivid.
The man's shock was palpable when he stumbled upon Ana, seated and engrossed in her meal.
Regret clouded her expression as she reflected, "Maybe I shouldn't have let my guard down and returned to my base from..." Her voice trailed off, the weight of her decision settling in.
"Maybe he wouldn't have been as frightened if I hadn't," she mused, her tone light, almost indifferent.
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