Stomping with angry hooves, rooting in the soil and stirring up dust. This is what the Earth Beast considers fun. Gnawing on bitter roots or lying in the burning sun. No one tells the Earth Beast what it must do or when it must be done. With a neck like two fold iron and eyes that are piercing and black. The Earth Beast can make its enemies flee with a snort and a roar from it's snout. Lumbering between trees and displacing rocks. The mighty behemoth wears a path over everything as it goes.  The ground creaks and groans at the Earth Beast coming, while leaves fall from trees as though winter had come. Into the water the Earth Beast goes, taking the river into it's mouth in one mighty gulp. The Earth Beast trudges on with little fear of anything except it's own kind. When two of the mighty beast collide, the mountains echo with the thunder of the crashing blows and the roars of the mighty Earth Beast make men's heart fail. So is the way of the mighty Earth Beast as it lives out it's life to what ever end it may seem fit.