HE hungers.
SALIVA slides down bloodstained daggers before falling to the earth. It pools there; poisoning, tainting. Steam slithers from slack jaws and out into the air, hovering before dilated, blue eyes until it disperse far too quickly as if to escape the very thing that created it. The breeze picks up, carrying the diverse aroma of the small gathering that stands, obliviously, before him, teasing the beast with invisible tendrils that caress his nostrils and stroke his inner being. Lips curl back as saliva increases and as if on command, the wind ceases its games.
MUSCLES underneath a charcoal colored coat ripple with a unique desire filled shudder. A low, short growls emits from within and tumbles out from powerful jaws. A step is taken; breath catching in an invisible onlooker’s throat. This silence is deafening. The wait to see what would occur almost unbearable. But the beast is not a hasty hunter. He is a patient, controlled creatures; deliberate with his decisions and calculating. He has hungered for days with this impressive self control. Now though, it seemed his wait would finally be over.
ANTICIPATION seeps into the picture like spilled ink on parchment. The world draws still; beings everywhere pausing in their dailies to witness such an oddity as he. The façade must be made however and like Jekyll and Hyde, he transforms. Tongue slides out to slide along his palette and pick up any leftover saliva and drag it back in. Pupils adjust to normality as silver specks seem to disappear behind the mass of black. Thick cranium rises from its lowered position as scarred face masks all previous notions of insanity.
HIS tactics have changed over the years for even the devil was at one time an angel.
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