[the savage]

I am right in front of the prey, bt it can't see me. Weak of mind, this one. Good. That just means it will be easier to hunt. I close in, the darkness following me, blotting out even the meager light from the moon and stars. My essence all around, finger tracong a chill line across yor throat. I can feel the pulse, the waemth of the blood there. Food. Pushong a sense of dread deep into your mind. "Run."