KaijuBaragon — Roleplayer Guild

It was a cool, chill night along the Parisian waterways. Happy voices wafted over the water, coming from people happily eating in the many restaurants that lined the river. Happy people. Unsuspecting people. You see, the waterways were not calm at all. At least, on the surface they were, but under it, something was lurking which was certainly not calm, or happy. The waterways that snake across Paris made a perfect hunting ground for the Finned Beast. Lots of easy prey, people who sat with their legs dangling into the water. Some even swimming, oblivious, or maybe just in denial of the existence of the Beast. Who knows. Suddenly, a person sat down at a restaurant that prompted excited gasps and whispers from the people around him. Obviously someone importance. A pair of white eyes rose up from the river and looked over to the buzz of noise, waiting for something to be within striking distance. 

The important man finished his dinner, and after taking a few pictures with eager people, and signing a few autographs, wandered over to the waters edge for a quick moment. This was what the Finned Beast was lying in wait for. A dark, sleek shape burst from the water, claws slashing and teeth bared for impact. The man screamed, as the Beast grabbed his ankle and pulled him into the water. The area was quickly filled with wide eyed people, who rushed over to see what the hell had happened. As flashlights were shined onto the surface, a sick red permeated the surface of the water, where a disembodied hand floated lifelessly on the surface. People gagged, threw up and cried. A dark fin was steadily heading away from the bloodied water, which people noticed and screamed at, but it was gone as nearly as it appeared.

A good way down the river, the Finned Beast was eating his latest catch. The prey had suffered no pain, his throat being cut by the Beast's teeth as soon as the prey went under the water. From there the Beast had carried his quarry down the river to a large hole in the concrete sides of the water, where it heartily devoured the prey. In less than an hour there would be only scraps left. 

Of course, the Finned Beast had no concept, or idea, or the ramifications of its actions. No idea of the importance of its latest prey. No idea of the chaos he would cause. It was just a predator. And predators hunt.
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