A Taste

The sound of falling rain reverberated on the walls of the cavern, Only it filled the quiet expanse of this underground at the moment, a dweller of those deep caves moved around on its own two feet, not making use of its two, elongated arms meant specifically to walk around on all four.

It was carrying the dead body of a bat, reaching a wide open space, the ceiling covered with threatening stalactites, the walls covered in sharp gypsum crystal, the ground uneven, covered in jagged rocks.

The monster's feet and shoulders were covered in shallow cuts, they were accumulating as its cold body could no longer regenerate from its wounds, but it was of no importance either way.

Others of its kind would sometimes spot it, but they never took long to realise that it would be best not to approach or call out to it, it seemed as though it had been infected with a disease of some sort.

Their natural instinct told them that it was best to keep away.