beastofnoor

Early morning fog hung over the still waters of the swamp like curtains in a theater. The play had not yet begun thus they had yet to be lifted. The scene was nearly set though. All that was left was for the lead actor to take his spot on stage and then it would begin. A small ripple raced across the surface of the water in front of Nile as only the top of his head emerged from beneath the water. He cautiously scanned the nearby bank, sending out another ripple from the movement, and then slowly turned to face the rest of the water. The swamp seemed peaceful this early in the morning. Usually, he would be grateful for as much and would be happy to bask in the sun as it crept up the sky. Today was different though. Today, he had to make his mark. He had to make his home.   Nile steeled himself for what was to come and then slowly opened his jaws. He hesitated for only a second before releasing a low, guttural roar into the foggy morning air. He let it echo out over the water’s surface