(Kraken, played by Liz
)
It was quite the youngster in terms of the monster years, only having lived for three whole decades and a little bit more. Over the years, more than one wily humanoid had tried to slaughter it as if it were a meek sheep in the abattoir, and so far, none had truly succeeded (though one humanoid had gotten away with a blade from one of its tentacles). It considered itself infallible and the ruler of this area, the one to be feared around here. While it didn't always stay underneath the sand, sometimes venturing out into the waters but staying near to its favourite haunts. Eating a succulent, unsuspecting sunbather was
much more satisfying than the lousy shoals of fish it could feast on in the water.
There had been some controversy a short while ago after it had been ravenous one month and eaten a good number of people - the residents on the Ao coast could tell anyone who asked that the number was thirteen, and it had only actually snapped up a limb or a torso from each one -, and now it was unsure about how safe it was. A man whose little lady creature it had eaten had came after it yesterday, blinded with fury and desperation and waving a sharp stick thingy. He had tried to hack of one of its tentacles, and had wounded it, causing a dark, viscous liquid, that was its blood, to seep from a small wound. It had only been a scratch, but it hadn't liked that at all.
Well, it hadn't been hungry, but now there was a mangled corpse beginning the slow process of digestion, hastily chewed up and no doubt going to take a longer time than usual to get all the way through. That particular week it had just felt the need to know that it was still feared, and the humanoids had provided it with that sport - but, it had to be stated, the ones with the feathery things sprouting from their backs tasted
particularly good.
After the little incident with the frustrated humanoid, it was now resting in a shipwreck, its huge, gigantic eye peering out of what had once been the hull. Just to see that nothing was entering its territory, because it hated little fishes forgetting their place - as snacks, what else? - and venturing down to
its territory. It was a creature, and its first instinct was to rip apart anything that crossed the invisible boundary that was its own territory.
Aha, there! A glimmer of silver scales in the soft sunlight, filtering down through the clear waters, and the Kraken was out in a shot, scaring away a whole shoal of fish. While it wasn't particularly in the mood for eating, it was still intinct to grab one of the fish, tentacle constricting around the tuna. It didn't eat it, but left it for another sea creature to gobble up, and lazily drifted off nearer toward the shore.
Damn humanoids! The stomping could be heard where the Kraken lurked, and, it was absolutely infuriated to find,
the thing was in its territory. The whole beach was its own lair, and it stretched out a little ways from the shore (it had claimed so, itself). A surge of instinctual anger rushed through its intelligent yet almost one track mind, and with a snarl - something which sounded like the cry of a whale, only on a much, more bass and resounding scale - it shot out of the water. Or at least, its tentacles did.
There it lashed its tentacles about violently, in all of its hideous, giantic glory, and one, perhaps a warning attack, lashed out toward the humanoid. The blade aimed for the thing's leg, the Kraken looked at it with one gargantuan eye (the irises were a sort of dim, orange colour), and it seemed definite that it could have one of those yummy little things that it liked so much for a meal soon. It'd drag the thing off to its lair, and there, it would feast away from the eyes of the human things.