HAMURÉT

THE WAYS IN WHICH WAVES Form 'pon the surface of a previously still lake , is nothing out of the ordinary . It's a habitual thing - a sign of life , developed territorialism the moment there is any other living signal that would make itself know to it . - This is my place , my hunting ground , not yours , not yours . The water rises then dips , it swims towards shore boldly & with ease , only the large splashing of a rowing tail give any implication of it's gargantuan size - as it's closing the distance faster and faster . —— THEN THE SUDDEN ERUPTION , The huge , near rotting frame of a beast unknown now lunging itself onto the docks , the old wood creaking under it's frame . There is some chaos , some momentary panic of a group that were once people , soldiers or even worshipers , as they now take leaps back in attempts of avoiding the void like maw that is snapping towards each that may come close to it . . . A few losses , a small dent in a group - but it's deemed as temporary fulfillment after it's missed feeding hours . It chews quiet , savoring the fresh blood to itself whilst it settles , it's full weight leaning onto any makeshift grounding - shown in the way it's fat & skin spreads underneath it . A set of heavy , almost laboring breaths - it grounds itself as it regains it's energy from such Ambushing Efforts , but for now it's still , calm - as if the primordial feeling in the back of it's mind , that there is a presence of kin would now soothe it , and thus it's enormous head nudges towards the supposed kindred .

AN ODD , Almost scratching sounds , as paws rather than hands seem to fiddle with the coarse fur . In between growls and whines their arms stretch , almost in a rowing motion .