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Description
well, here's an anthropomorphic version of Makucha as he lifts his foot over a city giving humans a closer look at his pads

and of course a mini story to go with it written by Star-Sage

The city streets were full of panicked mobs, the people trying their best to flee, caring little for the lives they trampled under foot, even as the buildings around them shuddered and shook, with the great blasts of footfalls from somewhere beyond their sight, like thunder, but growing closer with each impact, and a shadow soon covering the heavens.

Eyes turned upwards, those fleeing staring up into the green-gold eyes of a predator, his body, fit beyond measure, muscles covered by fur, and his hands, each digit ending in a claw that could have out massed any or all the buildings of the city at his heel, as he delicately licked the tip, like he was sharpening the weapon, while gazing at them.

A dreadful noise, a chuckle, came out of his lips, and his muzzle fell open, revealing sharp fangs, which glinted wickedly in the sunlight, causing the mob to freeze in place, unable to even run now, the pressure of his presence enough to hold them there, as he closed his jaws, and then lifted his leg, swinging the foot forward, so it darkened the sky above.

When it was right above them, Makucha let it drop. There was no ceremony, no dragging this out. After all, he had a lot of things to smash, and this was neither first, nor last, on his path. He merely had stopped to savor it a for a moment, dragging his pads along the earth, feeling it as he crushed their pathetic city beneath his powerful stride, his spine tingling, as pleasure shot up into his mind, leaving him practically drooling, at the thought of more things to crush, and more worlds to conquer.

Description
well, here's an anthropomorphic version of Makucha as he lifts his foot over a city giving humans a closer look at his pads

and of course a mini story to go with it written by Star-Sage

The city streets were full of panicked mobs, the people trying their best to flee, caring little for the lives they trampled under foot, even as the buildings around them shuddered and shook, with the great blasts of footfalls from somewhere beyond their sight, like thunder, but growing closer with each impact, and a shadow soon covering the heavens.

Eyes turned upwards, those fleeing staring up into the green-gold eyes of a predator, his body, fit beyond measure, muscles covered by fur, and his hands, each digit ending in a claw that could have out massed any or all the buildings of the city at his heel, as he delicately licked the tip, like he was sharpening the weapon, while gazing at them.

A dreadful noise, a chuckle, came out of his lips, and his muzzle fell open, revealing sharp fangs, which glinted wickedly in the sunlight, causing the mob to freeze in place, unable to even run now, the pressure of his presence enough to hold them there, as he closed his jaws, and then lifted his leg, swinging the foot forward, so it darkened the sky above.

When it was right above them, Makucha let it drop. There was no ceremony, no dragging this out. After all, he had a lot of things to smash, and this was neither first, nor last, on his path. He merely had stopped to savor it a for a moment, dragging his pads along the earth, feeling it as he crushed their pathetic city beneath his powerful stride, his spine tingling, as pleasure shot up into his mind, leaving him practically drooling, at the thought of more things to crush, and more worlds to conquer.