Caught out by the beast

She rounded the tree that was behind her, running out of the clearing and back into the thicker woods. Her feet dug into the damp earth, and she ran from root to root, using their sturdy footholds to get more traction and run even faster. She could hear herself breathing frantically, her high voice sighing with each **** exhalation. Behind her, she heard the trees shift, heard branches snap, and heard the terrible thuds of its weight as it landed on wood, leaping from tree to tree. Tears flowed out of her eyes like water from a gutter, and she tried to dig deeper than she ever had before, but her days of mistreating herself left her body weak and rusty. Suddenly, the massive predator landed directly in front of her, jumping down from a tree, its feet hitting the ground with a thud that could be mistaken for a small earthquake. Misty tried to stop running but slid, her feet coming out from under her as she tumbled to her back. Looming above her, the deep grumble of its voice reverberated in her chest, shaking her entire body and making her jiggle. A primal fear shot up her spine, and all she could do was stare up at the beast that caught her.

Now that it was out of the tree, she could see it in all its might. It looked like a primate at first, but despite thick hair on its chest and decent hair across its body, it wasn't nearly hairy enough to be an ape. Its large feet, its strong hands, its long, messy, tangled hair, it looked almost human. But those eyes, those terrible, piercing green eyes transfixed her again. At first it seemed angry, vicious, deadly, and she was just waiting for it to finally kill her and end this horrific terror she was stuck in. Then its expression shifted, and the anger lightened from its face. It started to study her, but Misty was still too scared to move, and too scared to try to guess at why she was still alive. Her eyes finally found the willpower to leave the beast's, and she started to take in its face. She was right, this thing was human, or at least it looked like it. It had thick, furrowed eyebrows, and a sharp nose that pointed down towards its thick facial hair. In its mouth, she saw that it was carrying something, an animal, a fresh kill, and the likely owner of the blood she found on the broken tree. It was holding the body by the back of the neck using its teeth, and whatever the animal was, it was big, but not as big as its killer. It looked like a cross between a bear and a wolf, bulky up front, but sleek in the back, with dark green fur and a pair of magnificent antlers sprouting from its head. If she had been caught by that thing, she'd probably already be dead, but instead, she was being eyed up by its killer.

As her eyes darted down and across the beast's body, she saw it was incredibly strong, bulky, a specimen of the harsh survival of life in nature. It was tall too, even now, squatting down as it was, it was taller than she was standing. Around its waist, it had a loincloth or skirt of sorts, fashioned out of the furry skin of a some animal it must've killed before. Looking back up into its eyes, her terror never left, but now, a more confusing feeling started to burn within her chest, and within her loins.

It didn't last, however, as the beast seemed to be done sizing her up, and it reached out with its right hand towards her. Misty's body finally found the strength to move and she started to crawl back, panicking as its massive fingers grew closer.

"No no no! God no! NO!" she frantically pleaded, tears still flowing down her cheeks as her hands stumbled over roots and vines on the ground. But it was futile, she felt its hand violently snatch her up, lifting her off the ground and flinging her around with no grace as it pulled her back towards it.

"HEEEEEELP! HEEEEEEEELP!" she screeched, her vocal chords breaking as she cried out in horror. It brought her in close, right up to its face, and its mouth opened to drop its kill, revealing the thick coat of blood that covered its mouth and chin and ran down its neck. "NOOOOO! GOD! HELP ME! HEEEEEEELP!" she screamed, and its face contorted into rage as it bared its blood stained teeth to her.

ROOOOOOOOOAAAAAAR!!!

Misty's hair was blown back and her eyes squinted as the single loudest sound she had ever heard blasted across her body like a shockwave. The beast's mouth was wide open, and she could see every single deadly tooth in its mouth as it yelled back at her, roaring directly into her face. After five solid seconds of enduring the noise, the beast's mouth shut, and she once again found herself staring into its eyes, fuming out its fury. Her ears were ringing, her hair was swept back, and her face and cleavage were mottled by tiny specks of blood. Misty didn't dare make another sound, and as she stared into its eyes, the world around her slowly faded to black.