In a heartbeat, the monster was there. Wyn didn't roar; he leaned in, his monstrous form looming over Danny, nostrils flaring as he caught the scent of human fear. But as he leaned closer, the predatory hunger in his eyes flickered, replaced by an intense, confusing curiosity.
"You're small," the Soul Eater rumbled, the sound vibrating in Danny’s chest. Soul Eater by Lily Mayne
Danny tripped. A single loose stone skittered down the ravine, sounding like a gunshot in the dead silence. In a heartbeat, the monster was there
When he finally saw it, his breath hitched. The creature—Wyn—wasn’t the mindless beast the legends described. He was massive, a silhouette of shadows and sharp edges, but there was a devastating stillness to him. He was perched on a rusted girder, watching the sunset with a gaze that felt ancient. "You're small," the Soul Eater rumbled, the sound
"I'm... efficient," Danny managed to choke out, clutching his rusted pipe like a shield.