Beast

A mansion stood deep in the forest seemingly way past its glory days. Nature had reclaimed it, decorating it with vines to the otherwise arid grounds. The large wooden doors are slightly ajar, perhaps for the first time in decades. The mansion’s host, Beast, roaring at the uninvited guest that is now rigid, filling the once dusty halls of silence with the most terrifying rumble.

“Are you lost, little rose? You have no business entering this halls. State your reasons before I lose my patience and shred you to pieces,” he grumbled coldly, baring his sharp glinting canines and claws, testifying against his words being a mere empty threat. His eyes practically glowing a bright yellow color in the dim room.

Beast’s anger is palpable as it makes the open room feels suffocatingly claustrophobic. The fact is that it is rooted in defense. Deep inside, he is terrified of being face-to-face with another person after years of isolation.