5-Beast

"Boy" The voice came closer and then a hand shook him. Morgan turned to see a slightly hunched over elder man, Silver white hair ran down his face and he looked a bit homeless. " I'm Good" he spoke and the old man raised his head to stare him down. Morgan turned to see just beyond the beach he was on a thick and lush forest spaned wide.

"Where am I," morgan asked while looking over at the old man. The air blew against his back and his eye's closed to take it in. "What do you mean, This is the Empire" The old man tilted his head and eyed the youth. Morgan opened his eye's turned to see a smoke trail far off in the distance. "The Naidni Empire, huh so this is where we were heading," he thought to himself.

"Well if you're going to just stand there then, I'll be leaving don't want to be out here when night comes and the beast comes out roaming," Morgan's head whipped around a slightly shocked expression shone on his face. Hey old man, The empire doesn't enclose its borders or something" The old man stopped and tilted his head over his shoulders and, with a Deadpan Expression on his face the old man said "This is the Naidni empire we fear nothing but steel in our hands and the TITANS IN OUR PANTS, hahaha" the man kept on walking after that and paid the morgan no mind.

Morgan stood there for a moment staring at the back of the old man and the reality of what the old man said began setting in, and before he knew it, the man disappeared from his site. Morgan peeled off his wet shirt and began a trot up the beach and into the forest. A pungent scent attacked his nostrils upon his entry, and a cold shiver ran down his spine.

He jolted forward heading in a slightly different direction than the scent as if the forest knew he had entered and it came alive, the sounds of birds chippering and the swift movement and pitter-patter of small feet leaping from trees and bushes. Morgan paid them no mind as his focus became on finding his way to the end of the forest.

A chill swept past him as he walked and slowly his body began to freeze, blood was in the air and he could almost taste it. The sun was setting now and a gentle fog began to trail after the setting sun, trapping morgan in its embrace.

"Hargaaaa"

The roar created waves which slapped against morgans body but he kept moving forward and as time ticked on he stepped out into a small clearing. There it stood a Belly round and fur cascading down from its back and all over its body. It's neck long and heads place firmly on it, Its teeth ripping through its mouth and blood raining down its chest. It sat on its hind legs, it's six limbs clutching a dead creature between them.

The air stood still and the scent of blood rotated around looking for a surface to fall on. Morgans eye's landed latched onto the twitching creature and in return, the Bear like beast looked back and for a moment morgan swore the beast shot him a smile. The tension was thick you could cut it with a knife. The beast looked at morgan as if it found a new toy and it wanted to play.

"Shit, Shit" Morgan screamed, His face became stiff and a faint smile crept to his face, "You think I'm going to let you eat me you overgrown turd" Morgan shouted and as if the beast understood him it dropped its prey and came down on all its limbs. The youth resolved himself and began a silent chant to himself.

"The Boat is My Deck and The Deck is law, Nun shall break it and I will protect it from all" The 12-year-old muscles tightened up and he shot himself forward, Feet barrelling down towards his enemy he formed his fist and gripped both of them tightly, A light white glow floated off his body and the distance between them grew shorter.

5Feet

4Feet

A roar shot out from the beast's mouth targetted morgan and it dug its limbs down into the dirt ripping apart the ground.

3Feet

2Feet

In the last feet of the suicidal dash Morgans, Fist was about to collide with the bear's head it rose it and swung the nearest limb it had at morgans head. As if a god was playing tricks with the youngin's life he tripped but not before the claws of the beast slashed open his shirt creating four deep chest wounds, blood flashed and the boy tumbled.

Seeing blood the beast became excited, the thought of taking down the puny prey. As it stopped its motion and began looking for its prey for some reason it couldn't find it, The beast tucked its head down moving apart the dust, and took a deep sniff, its eyes darted from side to side, But the scent of the puny prey never came to him.

It lifted its head and did a smooth but a bit clumsy 360 turns looking for the puny prey. The beast roamed around the area for a while looking until it picked up the scent of its prey that seemed to be coming from the area of the beach It waddle off after it as if it was a toy.

"Fucker"

After the bear disappeared from his sight the bubble of a curse slide-out morgan's drained face and the twitching of a half-eaten carcass began to move and shake as a small boy stood out of it and looked upwards staring at the sky. Blood was everywhere he looked like a demon from afar emerging from the belly of the previous prey.

Morgan wasted no time and darted to the other direction without hesitation, His chest still leaking but he couldn't feel it, His adrenaline was too high. The boy cared nothing for his appearance and rampaged through the bushes and trees, blood slapping against all the foliage and marking a rail to him but he cared not he just kept on moving.

"Swoosh"