Amiss had a moment of sympathy for the old beast.

Probably won¡ t sleep here either with that old beast on me.

They were all old beasts as I could tell by the tusks, whether male or female.

She was concerned only with the poor old beast that had found no joy in his liberty.

The old beast will be dead in a few more days at the most.

Something about that hand stirred the old beast within me.

He wilted away, and wanted to break the old beast's neck.

And even an old beast can still rise for one more kill.

It was an old beast, by the grey of its muzzle.

It is the nature of the beast - 17 or 57 years old.