There are many different types of races and species and other lifeforms living in this universe, just as there are many World's some have one or more than one races inhabiting it or other might only have one race inhabiting it.
Every races have something unique to it. Some are stronge while some are weak. Some are hostile to other while some are friendly, strong would try to become stronger while the weak would do everything to survive, some are born strong while others are weak.
The World is a cruel and unforgivable place to began with and the fate of the weak is to be devoured by the strong and becoming there nutrients to becoming even stronger....
He was lost in his thoughts as he watched the dear like beast in front of him died just like that. He just stood there gazing at the slaughter in front of him.
The goblin-like humanoid creature died at the dear-like beast hands because they were weak and the dear-like beast died at my hands because it was weaker than me, he still can't believe it, how easily he killed the beast.The same beast had sent him flying in a single move.
A few minutes ago...
When the attack of the beast struck me, i was quiet out of it .
'I am strong, much stronger then the beast. That I know, then why was I struck, why was I unable do anything. When in actuality nothing should have happened to me' I mused as I ley in the rubbles
"Ahh... i know, yes I am strong but I don't know how to make use of that strength " It's just like asking a child to kill a beast just after a few hours of it's birth because it was born strong and intelligent and can understand them.
After getting out of the rubbles as I stared at the beast in fury, I only had one thought in my mind 'TO KILL IT'
That was when I knew what I had to do, to do just that. It was like my instincts telling and guiding me. So, i did just that fellow my instincts.
So when I stretched my hands towards the beast something happened. There was a streak of translucent energy beam about a cm in diameter that shoot towards it from my finger tip and the moment it struck the beast. It just died and fell to the ground.
I just stared at it trying to compherend what just happened.
Present...
He was standing just a few meters away from the deer-like beast corpse,
The flames burning on the beast had already died down to almost negligible level and the abyssal darkness has once again devoured the surrounding area, leaving only the small wisps of flames still burning on the beast corpse casting an eerie glow on the surrounding and creating an otherworldly atmosphere
He was still in disbelief how can someone or something die so easily. But the answer was quiet simple the beast died so easily because it was weaker than him.
'So if I encountered someone stronger then me would this be my fate, without even having the change to fight back and be in another's mercy. No, i can't have that. I will not allow myself to become someone like him' he
"First thing first I need to understand who am I or rather what am I" he said.
He knows he is not a human, a magical beast, a spirit or a spirit beast. He did know that he was born here but how was he born here or why, he had no answer in his mind even his inherited memory don't have anything that could help him.But it did tell him about name, these are words by which something or someone is know, so he decided to name himself too.
"Hmm.... what should I call myself "
"Black.. that a good name and it matches with this dark and eerie place to. Yes I've decided from now on I will be called 'BLACK'..."
Black was bought out of his thoughts when he heard the roars and screeches coming towards him and he was quiet confused as to why the beast were coming towards him but when he looked down at the area around him, he realised that the flat rocky ground, the jagged walls and the rough ceiling was all covered in blood and the air was heavy with a putrid stench of corpses blood and iron. Which must have attracted the other beasts in the cave.
The scenery inside the cavern could best be described this way. Expensive, When Black existed the small aclove he didn't have any opportunities to look around because of the rank 3 magical beast, but now that he looked again, all he could see was a huge cave system in this eerie darkness that spanned the distance of several miles, its end at a point he couldn't even see.
"The blood... it's everywhere. It must be why they're coming." He said as he approach the Rank 3 beast.
Crouching down near it's head, he grabed the dead beast antler-like horns and broke both the horns to use them as a weapon. They were about one meter long and had sharp edges and can be used like a short sword or a pair daggers.
But black didn't knew how to use them though he knew what was a short sword or a pair of daggers.
After standing up he tried to swing the deer antler and get accustomed to them.
But since it's was an improvised weapon and he didn't know what he was doing either, simpley swinging it left and right. It was quiet a rough and barbaric display and even his move were simply wild, brutish and savage.
As the beasts draw closer, their footsteps resonating through the cavern like a sinister drumbeat. The air thickens with the scent of carnage, a siren's call to the beasts that lurk in the shadows of this forsaken place. He stood there and watched when the first creature, a hulking wolf with eyes aglow, appears around the corner, sniffing the air hungrily. The wolf's fur is a mix of deep grays and blacks making it a perfect predator in this gloomy and inky darkness.
He brace himself, knowing that he had drawn the attention of the whole wolf pack . The adventure has taken an unexpected turn.