The Behemoth was bathed in molten sunset gold. Its heavy steps turned into deep drumbeats, shimmering fur swinging with the motion. In time with the earth's heartbeat, it would throw back its head in sharp, urgent roars, then lower it again, warm breath whipping up whirlwinds that sent fruit cascading from the treetops.
Elegant
61
Fresh
13
Sweet
12
Sexy
18
Cool
114
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