retrogaycavelo: When the desert moon stood high and brightly lit the death dune, the pack of jackals
retrogaycavelo: When the desert moon stood high and brightly lit the death dune, the pack of jackals moved in cautiously for. the kill. They sensed in Hercules an animal possibly more fierce … a lone animal, but larger, unknown, somehow threatening. With his chains heavier and stronger than any before, Hercules’ only hope was to frighten off the attacking jackals. He had to find a way to be more fearsome. From deep in his chest came a tentative growl that grew and grew until his inhuman howls split the night. The jackals edged closer, matching him howl for howl. Hercules’ wordless threats expanded until they shook his massive frame. Finally, uncertain and in fear, the jackals skulked off into the hungry night abandoning the chained animal that was indeed more fearsome than they. -- source link