Welcome to Gaia! :: View User's Journal | Gaia Journals

The creature flicked its ears in disgust. It had been following them all night, but as the man-things tramped noisily through the brush they failed to notice the occasional shuffling or rustling as the creature tried to give them a chance to prepare themselves. They were such pitiful creatures, so soft and weak, relying on wooden stings and metal claws to defend themselves. They didn’t stand a chance. It made its presence known, swiftly running ahead and cutting across their path, nothing more than a dark blur in the dappled moonlight. Its nose twitched as a new scent began to mingle with the blood and sweat, fear. The creature waited patiently, just out of sight, biding its time until the man-things terror reached its peak. Finally, the creature struck. It began picking them off, one by one, killing them quickly and efficiently until only one remained. Already wounded, he could only watch as his companions fell. As the creature walked toward him, it watched as pain and fear flitted across his face, saw the grim acceptance in his eyes. The creature paused as a wave of pity washed over it...