Image ©J.R.Bee 2018
A three-toed claw gripped the branch, the noise startled a group of villagers out for a night walk. They looked up and spied massive eyes shining brightly in the darkness.
A breeze rustled the leaves sending shafts of moonlight scattering across the creatures face. Bits and pieces of its fearsome visage were revealed in stages like a grotesque jigsaw puzzle. A long hairy snout, large protruding yellowed teeth. Its face was mostly hairless and looked pitted in the shadows of the leaves, it’s sparse fur was slick as if with sweat. But those eyes, big and shining, eyes that seemed far too big for its head, seemed to bring down a terrible judgement to all who looked upon it.
The villagers saw this creature and fled.
‘Monster’ they called it, bringer of death. To see one meant terrible things were coming to your family. Loved ones were held closer after a sighting, and misfortunes were blamed on that terrible fiend. The creature must be slain, for if the creature were no more then death and disaster could be kept at bay. Or so they thought.
That the creature only ate bugs and had no care for human concerns made no matter. The creature looked scary, and therefore it must be evil. Must be slain.
And so Death did come, and it came for the monster of the bugs.
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