I feel it... a never ending lust for something not only I crave, but also any like me. It has been carved deep into my thoughts, and overtakes my emotions at just a mention. For people never do think what it is like to be as I am... My kind could speak it straight into their thoughts, yet the world would still seem bleak to them. Not only is the earth magical, but is also filled with both light and darkness. Full of joy and sorrow alike. Yet some still remain desperate enough, to carry the humans dismay and selfishness. Everyday, they wake up and take for granted all of the beauty and magic growing before them. This is the reason we do not pity. This is why we hunt....