The ethereal, enthralling beast: An excerpt from my ongoing story

BY Hardikkumar Joshi PUBLISHED JUL 25, 2019

In the snood of blue-hued ambiance, a mesmerizing mirage of a plum void convoluted into a turmoil and formed a crescent moon half shrouded with seething black mist, the ivory fangs and mottled set of eyes emerged with kaleidoscopic orbs which protruded from the middle.

On the forehead of the beast sat a golden laurel wreath, from which a tasselled mass of blue mane fluttered in the strong bluster. Clots of shaggy fur clogged around his angular, haggard face with grizzled, smouldered silvery skin. His gnashed fangs glinted with a waning shine as if they seemed ready to devour their prey. His blue-rimmed eyes bore into the environment with steely gaze, and sinewy cheekbones and the beauty contradicted with its ruthlessness, which was enough to provoke a sense of trepidation to its already quailing and cowering foes.

It lashed from the moon and confronted the approaching purple streak head-on. As they collided, an avalanche of tremendous force spread out to nearby buildings which left them hovel and ramshackle due to the devastation the two opponents laid siege to. The jeering crowd droned off as the impact jarred their teeth, but did not seem to cause any imminent injury.

The opponent's face contorted with hastened perversity vehemently and a tint of wry smile twitched at his mouth's corners. The beast struggled to fluster the opponent and aggravate him by ripping its source of mystical powers and prove its prowess by subordinating with his master's orders.

The beast seemed to slide backwards, losing some of the former impeding haughty stature and defiant battle stance. The beast's flailing strength was apparent in front of the spectacle, but it would not go down just by sheer surrender, instead strive to keep up its hope even if it would cost his life.