
You decide to walk away from the noises. But you soon begin to regret the decision; you have a deadly premonition that this was the wrong way to go. You walk further, all the while goose bumps forming on your skin (turian skin no less!).
A single growl from behind sends you into intense palpatations. When you see it's blurred figure in the foggy hall, you know it's too late. It moves with such dexterity, it's posterior never seems to leave the ground. As it leaps you are frozen into it's ferocious gaze, you are consumed even before it's fangs meet your flesh. And then it rips you to shreds.
Your final thoughts are of absolute awe and unquestoned submission towards this mighty beast.
Archy
Urrrrr...z
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