Sias stalked along the paths of the park, weaving his way through the woods. He knew that humans would take these roads if any, and he would be waiting.
It came again; the gnawing urge in the back of his mind; the instinct to hunt. To kill. To feed. He felt his fangs lengthening in his mouth, cutting into his tounge. He savored the taste of the blood. He was so hungry. It had been days since he had fed.
Instantly, his mind was cast back to the event; the sound and smell of the meat parting company with it's host as they screamed and writhed, Sias' claws pinning them to the earth until at last the struggle was over, and there was nothing left but the feast. He growled in a feral facsimile of satisfaction.

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