Even in this situation, with it pinning me to the ground, it seems to have a flicker of something other than bloodlust in its grey eyes. Something more... Compassionate? The scaly beast bares its wicked fangs, but it doesn't scare me. If anything, I'm curious. It could have killed me by now, but it hasn't. Slowly, its head lowers, jaws held open. I close my eyes, once again gripped by fear, and wait for the beast's teeth to sink into my throat. *** Cover art is courtesy of @HarvestMoon168