You watch as the darkly clothed monster moves silently along the rocks, his prowess at the task nothing more than practice over time, and innate skill. You wonder what he would be doing out on such a balmy night, the moon at its fullest and the fog rolling over the rocks thick as blood. Yes, indeed this is a dark night, a wonderful night to the beast stalking these lands. His red lower jaw catches the light as he pauses to stretch his travel-worn muscles and his dark purple gaze moving across the terrain, red centers thinning as the black of his pupil expands. What does the beast search for, what is his target. And then you hear it...

The roaring of the massive bloak's stomach cavity, the rumbling giving off a faint echo as he licks his obsidian chops. Blood tipped ears swivel and point in unison, pinpointing the sound of another. He moves then, feline silence taking hold over the sounds of his steps, paw pads nothing more than whispers against the rock as he charges forward, muscular frame rippling with strength and power as he sails through the night. His large forepaws make the first contact into the smaller frame of his target, making the small male yelp out in surprise and pain, the sound abruptly stomped out as the massive creature's weight is thrown to the pointed rocks below them.

It was easier than he thought it would be, to take the young lad down. You can tell by the look on is face, though sick delight in the red spray is there as well. 'Oh how might fine you look, like dark runes on the pages of a book.' He rhymes to himself as he gloats over the seasoned boy. Suddenly, he ceases his nightmarish preening, those eyes locking onto the still body of the youth who yielded. A smirk crosses his features and he picks up the kill, blood running from the corners of his mouth to his crimson throat, his red and black legs carry him swiftly as his forelegs take the brunt of the youth's weight. He was a light one, but Jinx – The Wicked, they called him – gathered his haunches and leapt up the rocky face of a hill, using the jutting out and uneven surfaces to make his way to a nearby cave.

Flat ground marks the end of his feat, and once more you observe him tossing the child to the ground. Bones from other animals can be found upon the monster's den floor. Foxes, birds, lizards, coyotes, deer, alligator, and even wolves can be seen, all of which seem to have been arranged in perfect bedding fashion. His dark gaze of hellfire ”Bene, requiescant in pace, parvus.” Well, rest in peace, little one. You hear the old words slip from his tongue, just as he leaps at the carcass that is small enough to be confused with a yearling. Pity the females around here don't know how to find good breeders. He gnaws on the hind leg of the boy, the joint popping from the knee as Jinx twists his massive and scarred cranium, pulling at the tendons and muscles to rend them from bone. Yes, the beast is frightening, and one does not often know what to do around a male of such a temperament. The sounds of his satisfied feasting are enough to bring nightmares to any wolf, and yet, he is making that deep growl of satisfaction, that purring hum of utter satiation.

Dare ye approach, wolf? Dare ye say hello to the devil's face?