Beahementeh the Prodigal Sacrifice

Lets make things short and sweet...

Beahementeh is based on the creature called Behemoth and his ability to use sound to destroy his targets is inspired by the "Bloop" recorded back in 1997.

Originally I had written somewhat of synopsis for a movie about the Bloop, making it a creature that annihilates worlds. It resided in the deep waters of the Pacific , and only a rose when it awakened from Pits slumber. Once it arose to cause havoc on Earth, our world's best militaries try to take it down, but to no avail. The creature proves to be unstoppable and ends up blowing a hole through the center of the Earth. Think Cthulhu. You can imagine the size of the creature with the amount of power I envisioned it to have. Too bad Guillermo del Toro beat me to the punch with Pacific Rim. 



The behemoth I use for the name just to make a light reference or maybe even a nickname almost. Beahementeh is supposed to be enormous and powerful just as the behemoth mentioned in Job 40, but the description is not the same, similar but not exact. Combine the two concepts and you get the dragonkin creature Beahementeh.


P.S. He's a wyrm 

Epilogue, Part 1

"Was it of elder age or mortal wounds? Was from sickness without medical attention? No matter the reason the out come was still the same. A man came here to rest in my shade. Came here to watch birds build their nests, ants take what they need, and the sun set in the sky. He came here to rest his head on one of my roots and let the soft earth massage his body. This man who came here to experience life as his very own seeped out of consciousness."

He awoke in a dark murky room, subtle flashes of lightning illuminated the unknown that was a modest bedroom. He sat upright exiting his comfort zone, allowing the moist air, that air that only arises when it rains, to gently rip across his back. To his right lay his beloved, a woman he did not know but had come to know. He had no memory other than the few seconds of time that had expired. His name was Tom, but thats all he could make out.

A knock on the door down stairs prompted him to take action. He passed his son's bed room, and then a surge of suppressed emotions overcame him like a tidal wave of sharpened knives. *Doki, he could hear his heart, *doki, and with each beat, *doki, he eyes began to glow a fierce orange, *doki, muscles in his arm contracted, *doki, another knock on the door, *doki, and then, *doki, he remembered.