Creative Writing: The Great Carnivore
The Great Carnivore
It came on great bared, tremendous legs. It creaked out in the open, a startled beast, curling it’s watchmaker’s claws at every step. Each leg dragged behind the next, a thousand pounds of white bone, sunk in thick ropes of muscle, as each of the four legs stamped the cold dirt-filled ground. Each thigh shook as the beast walked, even at the slowest pace. And above the legs a giant food incinerator hidden by it’s bare skin dangled with extra weight, while the head slowly dropped in sight of a predator. And the head itself, a thin slab of stone, hovering two feet above the ground. Its mouth hanging wide open, you could see the as sharp as a knife, teeth waiting to capture its lunch. Its eyes narrowed in on the taunting prey.
It came on great bared, tremendous legs. It creaked out in the open, a startled beast, curling it’s watchmaker’s claws at every step. Each leg dragged behind the next, a thousand pounds of white bone, sunk in thick ropes of muscle, as each of the four legs stamped the cold dirt-filled ground. Each thigh shook as the beast walked, even at the slowest pace. And above the legs a giant food incinerator hidden by it’s bare skin dangled with extra weight, while the head slowly dropped in sight of a predator. And the head itself, a thin slab of stone, hovering two feet above the ground. Its mouth hanging wide open, you could see the as sharp as a knife, teeth waiting to capture its lunch. Its eyes narrowed in on the taunting prey.