How could that happen, one wanted to know, if the beast had died of poison?

Maybe they ought to keep that pair here, until the beast died.

The beast died within half a mile of the city gates.

The beast died without a sound, cut cleanly in two.

That beast, too, died in the instant of its wounding.

That beast would die for what he'd just attempted.

But the beast, if it is there, dies with them without giving a virtuoso performance.

Smashed and broken trees lay all around it, so clearly the beast had died violently.

High above, drifting among the scattered clouds, a beast was dying.

After finding a set of dog tags with the name Michael, the beast bites him and dies.