This is a collection of a 50–letter, 9 part prequel of a beast who can only drift.

Pretext

It was never his fault he killed so many. He was hungry, he needed nourishment. It’s just that, unfortunately, your kind seems to be his only course of sustenance. The action to satiate hunger is not unnatural to him, but it may seem really cruel to the likes of you.

Beastly Guise

A foolish man wonders how such a beautiful world could be the mother of a dastardly beast. A prophet wonders how the beast came here in the first place. The storyteller thinks about what the beast does to become what he is. But the beast does not think, he eats.

Horrid Accommodation

He returns to his home, freed from his hunger. The moon, a waxing crescent, gleams over the grotto. Moonlight reflects off the many metallic surfaces in the beast’s lair. Coins, swords, shields, and jewelry gleam over the cave walls. The ambient noises of water flowing fills the empty, hollow cavern.

Muddy Feet

Rain. Footsteps in mud. A dreadful thought flew through the mind of an already frightened man. No escape. He runs faster. A view of a shed appears. The man became calm. Behind, a ominous presence is trailing him. He reaches the shed and closes the door. The man feels safe…

An Amalgamation Beyond Compensation

The soldiers have arrived. Daylight shines on a wet, thatched roof shed. The rain has stopped, but the ground is still muddy. An early morning for the soldiers who arrived. They got a report of some monster being around here. Inside the dark, moody shed, the soldiers saw something unimaginable

Ceaseless Void

Ice. He is a machine of the coldest ice. No remorse. Why would a monster need remorse for the heinous actions it partakes in? Hunger. It eats him from the inside. The beast can only drown in gain. But such a beast cannot drown, for he is an eternal thorn of nature.

Predicament

How can you tell when the beast is near? The smell. The foul scent the beast gives off is a heinous stench that fills the air. Another method is the ground. You can hear the ground boom when he approaches. Just as soon as you think of escaping, you’re dead.

Notice

A piece of parched paper hangs on a wall. It leans on the board behind it, and so do many other pieces of paper. Each individual paper sways in the wind. One paper has a fiendish sketch of a beast, with a warning. A boy arrives, and takes the page.

Conscientious Obligation

As the days pass by, the beast never stops. Nothing makes him stop. As he roams the desolate plains to the craggy mountains, the beast can only see and smell. The beast never thinks. To think is to show weakness, and surely no beast is weak. The beast drifts on