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No Rest For The Wicked
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A noise…

Something was different. The air smelled different. Sweeter…
The creature stopped in mid step. It walked on all fours. Though it resembled a human in some aspects, it moved with the predatory speed of a beast. Disjointed movements pushed it forward as it smelled the air once more.

Jaws opened and the skin around them peeled back as a low hiss revealed sharp fangs. Saliva dripped from its mouth. Yes. It anticipated the taste already. So sweet.

The blood.

The hunger.

There was nothing else. Only the hunger. Always the hunger.

Where?

It growled and made slow clicking noises as it searched for its prey. In one leap, the Rakshasa climbed onto a wall, holding on with claws as sharp as steel. Close.

It was so close.

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