It's evolution is lost in the earth's history. It's hunger,however, was of a deep insatiable nature. In its abdominal region was a twisted set of intestines that rumbled with a painful agony absolutely begging to be fed with the dead flesh of another organism no matter if it be related to it or not. It's muzzle was foaming and it's eyes were those of a hungry predator who's teeth were ready to steal the life of whatever misfortunate soul who came across its path. On its four limbs, it ran as fast as it can, it's breath and pants echoing the darkness and shaking whatever prey is nearby. It's heart was furiously pumping it's well muscular body, edging it ever so closer to a kill. It's fur was of the darkest of black, with the sweet smell of decaying flesh polluting the areas it ran past. It's ears were sharp enough to hear even the beating of a rabbits heart and it's nose could smell the sweat and fear of any animal that dared showed itself to it. The forest was dark, It was pitch black. The moon was the only thing visible in this dark piece of hell. It has stopped running now. As it stands up on it rugged hind legs, the wind rustles through it's dark grizzled fur, the hunger is so strong now the creature is biting its own arm to try and calm itself down as it desperately uses every single one of its senses and instincts to try to pin down the nearest source of meat available in the area. It's powerful muzzle sucks in as much air as possible as it picks up particles. Particles that mean a meal. It starts sniffing uncontrollably now, sucking and exhaling air so fast it's almost as if it's brain is under the influence of some kind of drug. It's foam is now flowing out of its jaw, it's teeth are grinding and snapping the air in anticipation, it's growls shake the blackness surrounding it, it's limbs are shaking with blood lust, and it's eyes are rolling in so much adrenaline rushing in its skull. It's paws now steer it towards it's prey as fast as it can. It's choice of prey was none other than Mr. Richardson who was just about done with his cigarette before dinner. He knows it's a bad habit but with the frustration of preparing a meal for the entire family along with his current financial situation, lighting a cigarette and smoking it was a luxury that he treasured. Unfortunately for him, this one source of comfort was attracting his bringer of death ever so closer to his location. Just as he was about to put it out he heard a rustling in the growth right beside his flank. It happened so quickly the last thing that went through his mind was the flashing of his life. It was a rich one indeed. The creature at the meantime was tearing and gnawing his body apart on the dusty floor. Limbs,blood,guts, and tissue were flying everywhere as it was burying it's head in Mr Richardson 's abdominal cavity and slurping his intestines. His liver was a succulent organ that it eagerly tore from its owner and licked it in the same manner a puppy would lick your hand. As the light of dawn blankets the land, the creature rushes to the dark of forest with its grizzled fur splattered in blood and bits of meat. It's crime scene left in a mess for all unfortunate enough to see. All that can be heard beside the chirping of birds is a blood chilling howl in the distance.
