The beast crawled from the little cave that had become a comfortable temporary home for the past few days. Its blood heated and its hunger was strung razor sharp after the fiasco of the night before. It had almost been able to taste the blood of the next victim. Feel the flesh tearing in its teeth.
Who were these creatures? Where had they come from and what were they after? The beast felt anger roar up, hot and fierce from within itself, an uncontrollable desire to kill anything that impeded its hunt. The rage fueled its hunger, its natural instinct to kill. Maybe tonight there would be more than one prey destroyed.
It stood in the moonlight, scanning the landscape for intruders, but nothing seemed out of place. One last glance around and it took off with incredible speed, racing toward its first kill of the night.
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