Post by KurganGhidorah on Jun 11, 2007 9:19:10 GMT -5
Somewhere in the Ural Mountains, Russia....
The passenger craft had hit the forest hard. It had been midnight when the engines on the jet like space plane malfuntioned and sent it crashing into the forest below near a massive and deep lake. Fortunatly the majority of the passengers and crew on board had survived. Unfotunatly, the terrible weather prevented a rescue atempt. On top of that, unknown to anyone on board, a horror hunted the forest they had crashed in.
By morning, the weather had cleared and three rescue VTOL's where on the way. They landed in a clearing nearby and prepared to look for survivors. Unfortunatly, the arrived to a site out of their worst nightmares. Vladimir, leader of the expedition had to private thoughts.
"My God. That thing landed harder than was expected. It looks like a can opener was used on it. I thought that the report from survivors of the craft indicated that it was relatively unharmed. Perhaps there was a fuel explosion."
As he drew closer, he detected the tell tale smell of death, of rotting flesh, or blood. As he approached he noticed the ground was soaked in blood and bit's and pieces of human remains were scattered about, noting large and identifiable, just small bits of flesh, bone , and hair. From the shore of the nearby lake, one of his suborbinates, Leonid, called to him.
"Sir, I think you should take a look at this."
Rushing over to the muddy shoreline, Vladimir immidiatly noticed why.
"Are those? They are. Those are footprints, massive footprints and they go stright into the lake."
He looked back at the ravaged transport.
"Whatever made these tracks must have attacked the transport and devored the survivors."
From the wreckage, some audible, and pained moans could be heard.
"Everybody, get to the transport. It seems there are survivors after all. We must hurry, there's no telling when or if that thing is going to return for breakfast."
As the remaining survivors were removed from the wreakage, something stirred from the lake. A large sail broke the surface moments later followed by a massive snout and head with a mouth full of blood stained teeth. With a low, bellowing, and hungry roar, Demetrius announced his presense and to any in the area who would dare challenge his authority in his hunting grounds.
The passenger craft had hit the forest hard. It had been midnight when the engines on the jet like space plane malfuntioned and sent it crashing into the forest below near a massive and deep lake. Fortunatly the majority of the passengers and crew on board had survived. Unfotunatly, the terrible weather prevented a rescue atempt. On top of that, unknown to anyone on board, a horror hunted the forest they had crashed in.
By morning, the weather had cleared and three rescue VTOL's where on the way. They landed in a clearing nearby and prepared to look for survivors. Unfortunatly, the arrived to a site out of their worst nightmares. Vladimir, leader of the expedition had to private thoughts.
"My God. That thing landed harder than was expected. It looks like a can opener was used on it. I thought that the report from survivors of the craft indicated that it was relatively unharmed. Perhaps there was a fuel explosion."
As he drew closer, he detected the tell tale smell of death, of rotting flesh, or blood. As he approached he noticed the ground was soaked in blood and bit's and pieces of human remains were scattered about, noting large and identifiable, just small bits of flesh, bone , and hair. From the shore of the nearby lake, one of his suborbinates, Leonid, called to him.
"Sir, I think you should take a look at this."
Rushing over to the muddy shoreline, Vladimir immidiatly noticed why.
"Are those? They are. Those are footprints, massive footprints and they go stright into the lake."
He looked back at the ravaged transport.
"Whatever made these tracks must have attacked the transport and devored the survivors."
From the wreckage, some audible, and pained moans could be heard.
"Everybody, get to the transport. It seems there are survivors after all. We must hurry, there's no telling when or if that thing is going to return for breakfast."
As the remaining survivors were removed from the wreakage, something stirred from the lake. A large sail broke the surface moments later followed by a massive snout and head with a mouth full of blood stained teeth. With a low, bellowing, and hungry roar, Demetrius announced his presense and to any in the area who would dare challenge his authority in his hunting grounds.