Fenrir's Fangs

The water was only slightly cool upon my feet as I bounded down the shoreline in a steady rhythm. Wet sand compressed beneath the soles of my feet. Moonlight from above broke through the black clouds that swept in from the South. A breeze blew warm, salty air across my face as I ran by condominiums. Some of them still had their lights. Considering that it was just past 4am, no one from the Friday night party was still up. Well, almost no one. The sun wasn't due for another couple of hours. I looked behind me and couldn't see my father down the shoreline. He was lost behind the small curves in the sand and the darkness.

I tried googling pictures to show you guys my home, couldn't find any though that suited me*sadface*

I jumped over a dead lady fish that was missing a large chunk of the back end of its tail. Stepping on a slimy fish barefoot would have ruined my morning. The breeze from the South increased and I had to lean into it slightly, throwing off my rhythm. The last of the condos passed by as I ran through the pilings of a half built pier. A large bend in the shoreline ahead would lead me to a protected part of the beach. No development. I glanced over the black horizon and watched as a light flickered out. The flame of an oil rig or a light from a yacht. I cleared the bend and sped up. Almost half way there.

A sharp pain stabbed upwards through the heal of my foot. I hopped on the other and stopped. Feeling the bottom, I could find no traces of blood. The glint of a white point protruded from the sand. I bent down and grabbed the horn, expecting to find a conch shell underneath the sand. The effort I had to exert was more than I anticipated. What I pulled forth was five times the size of a conch but only slightly different in shape.

The stripped pattern that covered the giant shell was white and brown. I noticed I was seeing all to clearly and looked up quickly at the moon. It too had grown in size, almost one hundred and fifty percent. The sound of crashing waves made me drop the shell and look towards the sea. The tide had grown more vicious but it was sweeping outwards. My heartbeat quickened as turned back towards the way I came. The sweat on my skin instantly evaporated despite the suddenly strong humidity as my hairs stood on end.

I rounded the bend. There was no pier, no condos, no father. I looked to the South and saw no lights aside from the moon and stars. The withdrawing tide revealed large, flat surfaces of sand. Small tide pools formed in shallow depressions. I began to panic as I could not find anything of familiarity. Motion in the waves from my peripherals snapped my attention back to the sea. It was smooth and its skin glinted ever so slightly in the moonlight. Four clumsy flippers propelled a mass through the surf and across the sand. A long neck similar to a giraffes ended in a reptilian head filled with rows of teeth. The only noise it made was the clamp of its opening and closing jaw and the slap of its bulk across the wet sand.

The dragon of my horrors.

I fled down the shoreline without a thought.