Argh… those useless sacks of meat really made my damn day. The whole forest was finally drowned in red — like some idiot spilled a bucket of paint but I did it better, obviously. My favorite color now. I flicked my head to shake off the stubborn body parts clinging to my horns, but a few stringy bits stayed stuck like they were begging for attention. Pathetic.
I strutted through the trees like I owned the place — because I DO — stepping over limbs, ribs, whatever was left. Some bodies were still dripping from the branches where I'd hung them, all arranged perfectly. Art. Pure, bloody art. Maybe I should start charging admission.
I climbed the hill, hooves scraping against the rock, and sat right at the edge. Down below, humanity was losing its damn mind. Cars swerving, engines screaming, people running like the cowards they are. Sirens flashing everywhere, police crawling around the forest border like confused little ants trying to find their dead friends. They saw a few leaves soaked with blood and suddenly it's panic-in-the-streets. HA. If only they knew how much more there was.
But then that blond bastard shoved his way back into my head. Ugh. Him.
Where is he now? Wandering around like he owns the damn world? And if I saw him again… would he finally break? Would he scream? Would he TRY to run so I could tear him apart from the inside out?But no. He didn't show ONE. SINGLE. DROP. of fear earlier. Not even a twitch. Annoying little freak.
The wind cut through the trees, cold enough to bite, drying the blood crusted across my skin. It felt like my whole body was turning into stone-stiff armor. Finally. Once it settled, I rose up on my hooves, cracking the dried blood like old paint, and moved deeper into MY forest.
In the center, hidden under the twisted shadows, sat a small pond — still, dark, and quiet.Like it was waiting for me.
I stomped toward the pond, every damn step cracking the dried blood on me like I was peeling off a second skin. The trees leaned in close — smart, since everything else here tends to DIE when it gets too close. The water was so still it looked like black glass, like it was daring me to touch it. Cute.
The surface reflected me perfectly.Horns still stained red.Fangs still sharp enough to slice bone clean.Eyes glowing like someone pissed me off one too many times — which is accurate.I dipped a claw in the pond, and the water rippled out in perfect circles.Then the scent hit me.Not blood.Not fear.Not prey.
Him. That damn blond bastard.
Faint, but there. Like the world REFUSED to let me forget he existed.
"Tch… you've GOT to be kidding me," I snarled, flicking water off my claws. "Why the hell can't you just DIE like everyone else?"
The forest went unnaturally quiet — even the wind froze, like it didn't wanna piss me off. Smart choice.I stood up straight, stretching my back until something popped loud enough to scare the birds into shutting up. The dried blood cracked and flaked off in sheets. Good. Less weight to carry when I eventually tear that idiot apart.But the scent… it kept drifting. Stronger. Fresh. Close."Oh GREAT," I growled, voice dripping sarcasm. "He's wandering around MY territory . What, does he WANT to get gutted? Is he bored? Stupid? BOTH?"
Probably both.Fine.If he's that close, then I'm going to find him first.
I lowered myself, muscles tensing, tail dragging a crimson streak behind me. The forest shifted — branches bending aside, roots curling away, the whole damn place recognizing its monster was on the hunt again.And as I moved, I couldn't help laughing — low, sharp, unhinged.If blondie thought last time was bad?
He hadn't seen anything yet.
I tore through the forest like a damn storm, branches whipping behind me, the earth splitting under my hooves. His scent kept pulling me forward — strong, recent, taunting. Like the idiot purposely left it there.Then I hit the forest's edge.
And there, lying in the grass like a pathetic lost message, was a torn piece of his clothing.I froze.
Why the hell would THIS be here?
I stepped out of the shadows, crouched down, and grabbed the scrap between my claws. Brought it to my nose."Oh great… WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?" I snarled.
It smelled wrong — not human-sweat-wrong or adrenaline-wrong, but sharp, metallic, choking.Something unnatural.Like poison mixed with smoke and metal.
I growled. My nose was way too damn useful sometimes.I barely had a second to register the scent—CRACK—!
A bolt of pure agony ripped down my spine, exploding across my nerves.I whirled around—Humans.SEVEN of them.HUMANS.The absolute NERVE—They had devices jammed into my skin — crackling, sparking, pumping raw pain straight into my veins. My muscles seized. My legs buckled.I hit the ground hard enough to shake dirt loose from the trees.For the first time in forever, actual pain tore through me — real pain.Not annoyance.Not a scratch.
PAIN.
"STOP—" I choked, claws digging into the dirt, trying to rip the damn agony out of my body.One of them spoke, voice shaking with fear and victory mixed.
"We finally got him… he slaughtered more than 38 of us."
Slaughtered.I mimicked his voice perfectly, garbled and mocking:
"SlAuGhTeReD?"
ALL of them turned to stare, terror punched right into their eyes.Good.
I tried to lunge — to rip one's leg off, to take something with me — but another surge of pain ripped through me and forced my body into a jolted, half-sitting spasm. My claws twitched uselessly.Everything blurred.The world went sideways.
The forest dimmed.And right before darkness swallowed me whole, I saw their boots coming closer.
Cowards.T-T