Blood.
A snarl erupted from his throat. Cracked black lips withdrawing over fangs. It was close and he knew it, he knew it as the sky knew it, as the wind and trees knew it. The Beast had been alive for a long time, so long he had forgotten his own name, and in its heed had adopted that in which he had been called many times by both mortal and immortal; Demon.
His limbs stretched to meet the call his burning throat sang.
No one is safe in the woods. . .
Not the Beast.
Not the woman.
Not the hunters.
Not even the little girl dressed in blood.
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[The cover is not mine, all credit goes to the original artist and owner whom I was unable to find due to the many remakes and copies of this art. It is not Mine!
Not my finest work of literature but considering it had a 2500 word limit I'm a little proud. Enjoy, and stay safe.]