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Beowolf
She, Grendels mother, awakens to the faint sound and smell of the things known as men. She has been sleeping down in her dark and dingy cave below the world that is known to men. She has been biding her time, and plotting her revenge against the man that murdered her son. All that she had left in the cold and unforgivable world was her only son. Her only child was the being men despised and called Grendel. She lifts her head from the cold cavern floor, and her ears prick up as she hears a sound in the water beyond the entrance to her lair. She gingerly glides through the muck of a thousand centuries, as naturally as if she had lived all one thousand of them, and all the while she is straining to pick up the smell of that dreaded man. Then, all at once, he is floating beside her. He reeks of manly confidence and heroism. She reaches a quick-as-death hand, on which are a set of vulture-like talons, and snatches him to her. She is intent on grinding his bones into powder. She grimaces when her talons fail to gain access to the hated heros heart. She opens her mouth to shriek her rage, but is only answered by the firesnakes who nip and tug at her flesh. Still she is not deterred from her morbid course. She swims back to her cave with the man still in her evil, cunning clutches. She gains solid ground again, and casts the killer-of-children to the floor of her dingy home. As he is recovering from the shock of the water, and his recent capture, she has time to note that this mans seemingly invincible flesh is merely a protective covering. She is grimly pleased to witness his surprise and disgust at his sordid surroundings. She cracks a wicked smile full of razor-sharp teeth as she sees ... Please login to view comments from other users.
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