"Hungry... Hissssssss... Wake up..."
Somewhere dark, deep and forgotten, an old legendary creature awakes from its slumber. The hydra hadn't been seen for centuries, but now it was hungry and restless. The writhing mass of black and grey scale would slowly rise from its sleep. The 5 heads would open their eyes in succession, snapping at each other and hissing their anger at being awake after so long. Their eyes, a fiery orange, would soon be focused on exploring their surroundings as they yawned and stretched their long necks while revealing sharp fangs and orange-red flesh covering their innards. All those necks would be joined to a large, powerful and muscular chest which would become thinner as it became longer until it reached the rear end of the beast. The body would be raised on four massive, legs ending in four-toed feet. At the hips, the monstrous creature would split again into five tails that would slither menacingly behind the beast, rippling with energy and crushing power.
"What is this place? Where are we? Where am I?"
Samael, as he was named, would take slow, sleepy steps toward the entrance of the cave. Outside, the blinding sun would make the hydra recoil and the heads would hiss in unison before bumping into each other in a blinded chaos. Once the creature adjusted to the newly found light, each of its head would speak with the same voice, suggesting paths to take. “We should hunt.” Said one. “We should go back in the darkness.” Said another. “Water... We need it.” A third head would exclaim. The hydra would discuss with itself until suddenly the heads would all go quiet and look in the same direction at once. In a united, echoing voice, they would decide their plan: “I smell food. A lot of it. I will hunt...” The beast would take heavy steps forward, crushing the trees in its way as nothing would stand in the way of the behemoth. The hydra would reveal itself to be 30 feet tall at the shoulder and easily more than 50 feet long with its tails. As Samael moved through and crushed everything in his path, his heads would coordinate themselves efficiently. One would look at the path ahead, one would look high over the trees at the distance remaining, one would clear out fallen trees by swinging them aside, one would snap at and gobble up any animals too frozen in fear to run and the last one would be looking around for anything interesting.
"Almost there... Free again and more food than before. I shall feast well."
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