The leaves rustled. A dog barked.
The buzzing of the crickets and the broken shrieks of the wounded lemur.
The forest was alive tonight.
Ruan was alive tonight!
The torn carcass was lying before him, evil red poison pouring from its veins. He had done what he wanted. His nemesis, lying before him in a puddle of his own piss and blood. But why wasn't he satisfied? Why had the burning desire to kill not been dowsed? The rage that had pursued him for days (oh! the torture). It was still there, lying in wait for the body to catch up with itself. Soon it would return, this hunger for human flesh. Soon, the very thought of the ripe chubby flesh falling off the bones of a helpless manling would be enough to send him into a frenzy of rage!
But he wasn't like this, you know. Ruan remembered days, now seemingly in the distant past, where he was merely another wolf, sharing the world with the tasty homo-sapiens, but where the anger and delirium had been missing. And then he remembered ...
Coming home that night after a leisurely stroll through the bog, the smell of his cave had been different. He thought nothing of that, though - just a stray rat, he said to himself. But then he saw them, oh the pain!
They were his cubs! His little cubs, you spineless bastards! You waited till I was gone because you knew I was too strong! Oh you swine ...
And then the madness took over again. Diving through the thicket, Ruan plunged towards the only place he knew he could find fresh human flesh.
In the distance, the eastern sun rose over Beijing.
The buzzing of the crickets and the broken shrieks of the wounded lemur.
The forest was alive tonight.
Ruan was alive tonight!
The torn carcass was lying before him, evil red poison pouring from its veins. He had done what he wanted. His nemesis, lying before him in a puddle of his own piss and blood. But why wasn't he satisfied? Why had the burning desire to kill not been dowsed? The rage that had pursued him for days (oh! the torture). It was still there, lying in wait for the body to catch up with itself. Soon it would return, this hunger for human flesh. Soon, the very thought of the ripe chubby flesh falling off the bones of a helpless manling would be enough to send him into a frenzy of rage!
But he wasn't like this, you know. Ruan remembered days, now seemingly in the distant past, where he was merely another wolf, sharing the world with the tasty homo-sapiens, but where the anger and delirium had been missing. And then he remembered ...
Coming home that night after a leisurely stroll through the bog, the smell of his cave had been different. He thought nothing of that, though - just a stray rat, he said to himself. But then he saw them, oh the pain!
They were his cubs! His little cubs, you spineless bastards! You waited till I was gone because you knew I was too strong! Oh you swine ...
And then the madness took over again. Diving through the thicket, Ruan plunged towards the only place he knew he could find fresh human flesh.
In the distance, the eastern sun rose over Beijing.
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