Worn Out Faces

Fear, and rightfully so, would soon rocket through the boy. The creature rose, spinning towards him and letting forth a mighty, bellowing roar. The youth would stagger back, jaw agape, his eyes widened with fear. What was wrong with it? Why was it doing that? Zenkai would catch himself, ears pinned flat against his skull and eyes narrowing slightly. No... He wouldn’t run. He wouldn’t be afraid. He would swallow hard, legs shaking as he tried to keep his voice steady. “Calm down! I’m not here to fight!” Zenkai shouted.

The last thing he wanted to do was get in some sort of confrontation against this creature. He didn’t want to do something that he might regret either... And something, something deep in his gut told him that he shouldn’t fight this particular maimed creature regardless.