Shitty Way To Go

Taiyō looked around, his brows furrowing as he came across some monster tracks. A low guttural growl began to grow behind him. His small otter ears on the top of his head twitched and he froze in fear. He was just an otter.... he didn't usually fight.. he had no need to with such a powerful mate..

He had hardly turned around to face the creature when it lunged at him, making him go ghostly pale.

Blood spattered everywhere, he didn't know when he'd crashed to the ground, but the sickeningly pleasant warmth of blood was soaking his clothing. He was filled with scaled spikes, the creature had bulleted into him before moving in for the kill. This couldn't be it... was he really going to die here without marrying the kraken of his dreams?