Tooth and Claw
The Ogre walked alongside the stream, taking care not to get too close to the water. There were grey crabs in this area, creatures that grew bigger and bigger over time. In other areas, natural culling and predators kept them smaller, as the older ones would become too sluggish to survive. In this area, there was no such complication for the species.
Without a natural predator, the biggest threats were starvation, their own kind, and simply growing so big they no longer could break their shell to grow a larger one. As a result, the larger specimen were easily twice his size. Fortunately he did pack a massive waraxe, with enough weight to break through their shells.
Strangely enough, he had not spotted any for half a day already. Still, he was not reckless. He made sure to avoid the water, while also observing both the water and the grasslands. As he approached a hill, which was the last obstacle before the large lake, he walked with care, as such a thing could hide a big threat.
When he reached the top, he did see a figure, lying in some bushes. There was no other crab nearby, just a few dunes near the lake. The crab did lie strangely. He slowly moved closer, trying to get a better view. Then he noticed. The crab was dead, with an obvious reason. It laid in two halves, separated by brute crushing force.
He shuddered, wondering what possibly could have done so. As he carefully observed his surroundings, he noticed something strange next to the dunes. A grey tip sticking out of the sand. Massive. If it wasn't for the size, he'd have taken it for a crab's pincer.
The idea was just too surreal, so it took him a bit of time to figure things out. It obviously was an actual pincer. What else could cut through a crab twice his size. Given the size of what he saw, this creature was at least eight times his size. Surely not... But then he noticed. The dunes were softly, slowly, rising and falling. The moving of a sleeping figure underneath the sand.
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