When his stomach starts to yearn for food, he begins to wander around the Deats looking for a body to slaughter. Non-merciful about his actions, he had taken the lives of friends and loved ones of Hrothgar, the king. Hrothgar sat upon the Herot mourning the lost of friends and companions. He had start to think that Grendel’s actions were never ending. “The beginning might not be the end.” Throughout the story, Grendel is an arrogant monster. There’s not one individual who would dare try to stop his show. Few tried, but none succeed at such. Built on so much pride, Grendel continues his rant and act of slaughter. “Grendel ruled and fought with righteous.”. Him against many with his strength and claws, Grendel won. Faith no longer live with in the king of the Danes as long as the beast still arose. He’d kill as often as he could. Nothing was predetermined, bloodthirsty and careless somto say. Grendel kept the bloody feud alive. “Invisibly following them from the edge of the marsh, Grendel was always there, unseen.” His amazing mysteriousness grew on the Danes. Distance was the only outlet, though they didn’t want to be driven away from their home. Grendel’s evilness slapped it presence amongst their belief. Those who were thrust into danger no longer had faith in their
When his stomach starts to yearn for food, he begins to wander around the Deats looking for a body to slaughter. Non-merciful about his actions, he had taken the lives of friends and loved ones of Hrothgar, the king. Hrothgar sat upon the Herot mourning the lost of friends and companions. He had start to think that Grendel’s actions were never ending. “The beginning might not be the end.” Throughout the story, Grendel is an arrogant monster. There’s not one individual who would dare try to stop his show. Few tried, but none succeed at such. Built on so much pride, Grendel continues his rant and act of slaughter. “Grendel ruled and fought with righteous.”. Him against many with his strength and claws, Grendel won. Faith no longer live with in the king of the Danes as long as the beast still arose. He’d kill as often as he could. Nothing was predetermined, bloodthirsty and careless somto say. Grendel kept the bloody feud alive. “Invisibly following them from the edge of the marsh, Grendel was always there, unseen.” His amazing mysteriousness grew on the Danes. Distance was the only outlet, though they didn’t want to be driven away from their home. Grendel’s evilness slapped it presence amongst their belief. Those who were thrust into danger no longer had faith in their