The lanky demon fled from the short human. Merely a few moments ago, it had smelled something that it supposed could at least temporarily sate its neverending hunger. But everything had gone wrong so fast. Nothing had the ability, much less the audacity to try and attack it once its prey realized exactly what was hunting it. The weapon its prey used had easily cleaved through its flesh and made a shallow cut in one lung, making it hard to breathe. Ordinarily, the monster wouldn’t care about the wound. It was used to pain, but there was something so much deeper that tormented it.
One minute, the human it was fighting was struggling. The demon had easily been faster and stronger. The human put up a better fight than its last prey, but then something had changed. The demon could literally smell fear. At first, the human hadn’t been terrified, merely cautiously afraid as one would be in any battle. But the next moment, that delicious scent of fear was gone, as if it had never been there. The demon knew, everything felt fear. Prey might feel confident, but once it realized how strong the hunter was, they despaired. Just one more thing that fed its forever starving form. But for something to go from feeling fear to absolute nothing, the demon had never come across such a thing. It unnerved the demon through its madness and bloodlust. Then the human simply raised a hand towards it!
Something was missing. That was the only way the creature could think of it. It was like a claw or leg had been cut off, but the agony it was feeling ran throughout its whole body, its insides, its very essence. Everything within it burned, tore, twisted, fractured. The demon had barely had even a semblance of sapiency before, but now all it knew was pain and confusion. All it could do was flee from whatever the short man did to it. Food! It needed food. Even if it didn’t stop the starvation, flesh put it back together.
Through the monster’s torment, it smelled something. Blood! Its mouth began salivating at the scent from not far away. Whatever it consumed wouldn’t sate the monster’s hunger, but it may at least help regain some of its flesh. The scent was strong, clearly there was more than one human close by.
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Following the scent, the monster began galloping through the winding crags of the forest. The demon took a strong whiff of the air. It was downwind of the scent of blood, and that was the only living thing it smelled, making it growl in anticipation for the easy meal it was about to take.The closer it got, the stronger the smell became, and the less the monster cared about remaining hidden as it usually did. Whoever the demon was bounding towards, clearly they heard it because the scent of mounting anxiety was potent. The demon’s keen eyes spied a gaggle of men that were looking its direction with their hands trembling. It didn’t know what they were in its forest for, but they were carrying sharp sticks and more importantly, they were right there.
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The emaciated demon leapt forward with its chilling cry. What little courage the men may have possessed evaporated. The first man could do nothing but scream as the demons claws impaled his head. Everyone scattered, but it didn’t seem to matter. The demons spindly limbs and freakish speed allowed it to easily close the gap between another man and shatter his ribs with a swipe of its arm. A sharp pain flared up on the demons back. Turning around, it saw a human jammed its stick into its back. Flailing its arm, the back of its hand batted the man’s face, instantly downing a third. Raising its head, the demon saw one human, staring in terror so strong all he could do was stand completely dumbstruck. Crouching low on its long, bony legs the demon pounced, knocking the pinned the human to the ground. Reality pulling the man from his shock, brought a scream from his throat. A grim smile of pointed fangs stretched across the demon’s face. Such an inhuman expression on what was once a man’s face made the man wet himself. The fear would sustain it as much as the meal. Raising a hand to swipe down the demon didn’t notice someone else charging until a blunt pain knocked it several feet away. Shaking its head, there stood the short human, once again interfering.
