Leonardo Rainfall
Night had fallen over the expansive forest and the Balrog had yet to eat this day. The woods were loud with creatures, the annoying sounds of tiny insects and the soft hums of lowly animals serving only to irritate the Balrog. Why was the world so noisy? Was it really necessary for everything to be so loud at night, Balrog wondered. In his mind, he eased his complaints and focused on his current goal: to eat. With his mind focused, the flames that coated his body dimmed greatly, leaving only a feint glow on the massive black figure. He prowled silently and effortlessly, walking at a slow pace, still at full height. He drew in air through his noise, searching for any scent he found delectable. He closed his eyes, shutting down one of his senses to make the others stronger. He blocked out the noise of the forest, eliminating another sense. He picked through the scents he drew in, breathing easily and calmly.
His eyes opened wide as he found a creature. One whose smell brought forth memories of the delicious feasts he used to have. He longed for that fresh meat again. He longed for it. He lowered himself down to all fours and prowled toward the smell. As it got more intense, he prepared for a swift dash. He laid eyes upon his objective; venison. The Balrog let out a deep and loud roar that reverberated through the forest, traveling miles in each direction. The rumbling vibrations scattered birds and caused animals to scurry away, including the Balrog’s prey. And this is where the fun began.
The Balrog shot forward, propelling himself with his massive, muscled legs. He lowered his head as he followed the deer, plowing through entire, full grown trees without so much as flinching. Wood splintered all around him as he trampled through the forest and over animals unfortunate enough to find themselves in his way. The Balrog leapt forward and with one giant hand, dug his claws into the deer’s midriff, tearing it open in a spray of blood. The creature was dead upon impact and it’s lifeless body lay stuck against the Balrog’s hand as he pulled it forward.
The hunt was unfortunately short lived. Then again, most hunts in which the Balrog is the predator usually are.
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His eyes opened wide as he found a creature. One whose smell brought forth memories of the delicious feasts he used to have. He longed for that fresh meat again. He longed for it. He lowered himself down to all fours and prowled toward the smell. As it got more intense, he prepared for a swift dash. He laid eyes upon his objective; venison. The Balrog let out a deep and loud roar that reverberated through the forest, traveling miles in each direction. The rumbling vibrations scattered birds and caused animals to scurry away, including the Balrog’s prey. And this is where the fun began.
The Balrog shot forward, propelling himself with his massive, muscled legs. He lowered his head as he followed the deer, plowing through entire, full grown trees without so much as flinching. Wood splintered all around him as he trampled through the forest and over animals unfortunate enough to find themselves in his way. The Balrog leapt forward and with one giant hand, dug his claws into the deer’s midriff, tearing it open in a spray of blood. The creature was dead upon impact and it’s lifeless body lay stuck against the Balrog’s hand as he pulled it forward.
The hunt was unfortunately short lived. Then again, most hunts in which the Balrog is the predator usually are.
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