Settling In

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The demon leapt out of the truck, his one blue, one neon green eye examining the scene around them.  He slammed the truck door shut and circled around to the back, lowering the tailgate.

He examined their kill and smiled, the bear's eyes still open in fear.

Walking to his garage, opening it and dragging out his large wagon, he tugged it to the truck and pulled the still-warm carcass onto it for easy transport. He drug it to his shop in the back of the house beside the dog kennels. His two huskies barked and yelped, begging for a piece of the tender meat.

He ignored them, opening the door and bringing in his prey, pulling it onto his hydraulic operational table, where he prepared his tools.

He pulled out his knife, some scissors, a clamp, a bowl and a bag, getting to work on the bear. He skinned it and set the skin and fur in the bag to clean and tan. He then turned back to the remains of the bear before cutting the bear's head and paws off. Cutting up the meat, he divided it up into meat he would eat, meat he would feed the dogs, and meat he would sell. Then he put the bones with the dogs' meat.

He grabbed the dogs' meat and headed outside, dividing it among the hungry hounds. They pounced on the meat and devoured it, bloodthirsty for their next hunt. The meat helped train them to hunt living things, since the meat was always warm.

He watched them smugly and went back in to clean off the table and put the rest of the bear meat into the freezer. As he went back to the bloody table, he grinned at all of the blood left over. He pressed a button that poured all of the blood into a bowl. Then he took out his blade, took off the handle, and laid the blade in the bowl to soak overnight.

He placed the handle beside the bowl and headed upstairs into the house, taking off his burgundy hoodie to show a black tank top underneath.

Yawning, he walked over to the computer, waking it up from sleep and pulling up his email. His eyes scanned the screen for interesting requests. His thoughts were the same as usual.... but there was something different. 

Boring, stupid, easy, ugh, this su- Oo!

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