Scene LXXXIII

A beast that lived within the thickest fog, a Pennata. Relatives to those winged reptiles used to be called dragons yet terrenal, devoid of wings and with a bigger body than a yak. Similar in shape to a wolf that instead of fur possessed fuming scales covering its body.

Red eyes soon appeared, glowing the dread before Aslak, and licking the edges of his mouth his weapon was gripped, controlling the thrill to play with it as he raised from the dirt where he could see the claws coming his way.

*zhsss..groowh…* — The pennata emitted, sharing the thrill of the barbaric man at newfound blood to spill.

And Aslak replied, with a guttural growl giving start to a fatidic dance against beasts.

"GrrOooUooUooo… Come… Come pennata. Oooorrh." — Whispering in the middle, he smirked. Amused that he could see the gruesome creature preparing to attack.

'It's a pity.' — He thought, wide awake at the rush of adventure. — 'We can't burst at each other for long, cursed fang.'