The name was it, writhing on the ground in a fit, of fear, first light dim with a blinding trim, dark like where it came from, crawled to a place emitting aggression with the sound of a drum, they sat the creature down in front of colors flashing, sacks of water contained in a figure thrashing, the shadow moved to and fro across the eyes, then cast a gaze to exercise, a pterodactyl demon, lean'n, on the rocks feed'n off the show, giving our protagonist a row, of teeth, but the weakness stayed beneath, peaked the interest of a mistress, leather on the body yelling "delicious"