Swim. He had to swim. He had to swim or he was dead.
His limbs hurt so much. His tail felt like it would fall off. He could barely breathe, he could barely see where he was going to begin with. But he couldn’t stop, he couldn’t absolutely stop. It was right behind him, he could hear it glide, waves bubbling, jaws snapping. Faster, faster, he had to swim faster.
“Grendel! Over here, over here!!”
Between the foam and the splashing, he saw his siblings. They were high in the branches of a small tree, roots standing above the water. They cheered him on, yelled at him to swim, put even more hurry in his mind. He had to get there
Swim. Keep swimming. He could do it. He had to do it.
Come on, keep swimming
It was getting closer
Keep swimming, you runt, keep swimming.
Shadow slowly growing behind him
You have to reach that tree, come on…
Come on, come on, come on, come on….
Yes!!!!!
In a matter of seconds he dug his claws in the tough bark, climbed upwards as fast as his body allowed him to. Arms were quick to raise him to the branches. He was safe.
He looked back to the water. The exovole was turning back, giving up its ruthless hunt. Big unblinking eyes seemed to stare directly at Grendel before submerging and disappearing under clumps of floating weeds.
“You okay, Gren?”
“Hahah, dude, we should bring one of those when we hunt! You’d never lag behind!”
“Dryrm, shut the HELL UP! Don’t worry, runt, it’s over now. It’s all good.”
Yet the little squamataur barely heard any of that, shaking in fear. He still clung to the branch for dear life, looking down at the plant-choked river, even as it remained serene. Never taking his sight away...
The exovole crossed the Jewel River silently, stretched fins in an almost majestic image. Gems on the riverbed bathed it with their glow as it swam above them. Large eyes searched every corner in its path. It was hungry and nothing was going to stop it. Perhaps it would run into those floating things filled with tasty critters it loved to gobble so much. Or maybe some bunch of fish compact enough to swallow in one gulp. One could hope.
A disruption in the surface caught its attention. Something heavy had fell on the water, something that broke into little pieces as it floated. A slab of meat, it looked like. Already decomposing, but enticing regardless. Not bad at all. Lazily, the great fish fluttered its fins towards the surface and opened its mouth, ready to scoop up the chunky treat.
It certainly didn’t expect the dark shape suddenly hauling it out of the water, sending it flying on the surface
It hit the ground with a wet thud. Couldn’t see. Couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. Madly it flopped and thrashed around in sheer confusion and fear. Panicked movements answered by something huge and heavy coming down on it. Again. And again. And again.
It still tried to struggle, and sharp teeth tore on its side, ripping off a large chunk of flesh. Inmense pain, blood gushing out without cease.
And as it lied there, dying in this blurred and water-less world, a monstrous shape came into view, with great shaking footsteps. Lifted it off the ground so effortlessly
“Hehe…..not so scary now, are we?”
A wet crunch, and darkness followed.
Subject: Not so scary 
Sun Sep 26, 2010 7:01 am
