Cerberus Drawing Novels & Stories

He had lifted the scout and opened his mouth. Terror had frozen him in place. His impulsive hero act had disappeared. As Ceberus took a slow bite of his victim’s head. It wasn’t the wet crunching sound that had really gotten him, it was the fact he had slowly adding pressure to his victim’s head and the sudden scream of his pray. “Ben...ed..ic” He growled. Tilting his head, eyes wide and absent of anything humane. Cerberus opened his mouth. He had let the remains of what used to be part of a human slip from his muzzle.

The beast’s strong pounce also made Alois lose his balance and fall on the ground, his back facing the cold hard soil. The fangs of the Cerberus are just inches away from his face, a single snap of it can behead him. Both of his hands are holding the edges of his sword while the beast’s mouth is trying to bite through it and harm Alois. The beast is also trapping him underneath its muscular limbs. The emperor turned his head towards the right and saw the talons of the creature digging on the ground.