It's time...

It's time...

so I can no longer use either of them.

Anyhow, we had to write three paragraphs on the monster "Grendel" from the Beowulf story.
Paragraph 1: Background and habitat
Paragraph 2: Physical description
Paragraph 3: Mental, emotional, spiritual description

All that in how we think of him (because very little is actually told about him).

Here it is x3 I had fun.



"It's time to make a stand..."

In this place that I have called my 'home' for ages, there are many, many things that would turn any other creature away. Often, just the thought of setting foot near my home sends shivers down a mortal's spine. Just what about my home is so terrifying? Perhaps it is the type of land that I have allowed myself to lay claim to. You see, this is a horrible, swamp-like environment that just might land you in a rather large amount of water if you make a wrong move. Watch out, the ground is slick...Whoops! What a pity, you have just dunked yourself in a non-too-pretty lake. Isn't it wonderful when it churns and boils with blood? No, I do not seriously enjoy that. Not completely, at least. This lake is quite unique, I believe. Where else in the world do you find such a lake as this-- boiling blood, sea-fiends and the like? Tell me if you ever find such a place. I think I might like to move there and get away from these invasive humans that seem to determined to destroy me. Ah, yes, I cannot forget my favorite little hideaway in this place I call home. Quite possibly the only place I do like in this wretched place, if only because no human nor beast can reach me down here, is this cave that is so well protected by water. My sanctuary, you might call it. My sanctuary.

Did you know that they call me a monster? I find that absurd. How can they, who are small, frail, and nearly defenseless in comparison, call me the monster and label me as an oddity. To them, I am a beastly creature that is far too tall to be normal. Indeed, I towered over any of them even when I was a very small child. What about my hair, you ask? So what if I have a thick coat? These men do not judge the bears and wolves so cruelly for their coats. Yes, they do misjudge these other carnivorous creatures, but never have they treated them in such ways as they have treated me for my looks. I have a very large head as well as my hands and feet being over-sized. Oversized in their opinion, of course. I find myself to be perfectly in proportion, thank you. To them, though...To these 'normal' humans, my hands are ugly and demonic because they are large, sharp-clawed appendages attached to an equally huge body. And my head? Red eyes and savage teeth. What is so wrong with that? I have to eat, too! Can I not use what tools I need to find food and feed myself? It is no worse than the humans with their big swords and pointed spears. I don't even have a choice in whether I have these teeth or not. I was born this way. Why can they not understand?

I hate these men with a passion. What is it about the word 'humane' having 'human' in it, huh? When have these humans ever shown me an ounce of kindness? First! First they settle themselves in, all nice and cozy close by. Oh, well isn't that just lovely? Invade my personal space, why don't you? Why don't you just build a nice big-- Hey, I wasn't serious! There you have it. Humans, the ultimate space-invaders of the Earth. Where do these men get off thinking they can go where they like and do whatever they wish? This was my home first! My home, my sanctuary, my hideaway. It angers me just imagining what they do up there. They feast, they smile, they laugh, they live! Oh-ho-ho! I can certainly fix that little problem. You want to encroach on my territory and start throwing horrible names at me? In that case, I have no qualms with returning the 'favor'. Ready or not, here I come. Do you not see? I had to work for my home and I have to fight to survive. It is only fair that they must go through the same hardships when they have come to lay claim to land so near to my own. No one gets a free life and no one gets to live a perfect life. If I can't be happy, they can't, simple as that. Revenge and equality. How's that for a reason behind my actions? They have no right to come in here and try to change things to suit them. They cannot change my home or me, whether they like it or not. Mother always told me 'If it's gonna dictate your life, you've gotta tear it up and destroy'. That is exactly what I will do, Mother. I'm going to make you proud and protect what is mine. My life and my home.