Rhea

The monster towered over me, black mist twirling at its gigantic feet. Its snout protruded from its face, pointing directly at me. Its ears twitched, picking up my every movement. Two scarlet eyes pierced the darkness. Shaggy, matted, dark fur clung to the beast, giving it the feeling of being both alive and dead.

All I could smell was the stench of rotting flesh and the metallic smell of blood on its breath. I could taste the smells, feel them in the back ...