'Monster', this was the first word which came to mind back then after looking at my self, with a fce full of cruosity.

 At that time I didn't know its meaning, the meaning of monster as my mind was still that of a beast, full of chaos and hunger, but still it came to me, just by looking at my self in that reflection, reflection from my own black blood.

How can black blood blood reflect my face, and how did I saw my face in it , was it simply a hullicination oor was I simply dreaming during my fight , i don't know.

Many time I thought about it , was it a word I heard somewhere in this dark jungle where no one can say anything tangible, except for the cries and roars or it was a word given to me  from oblivion. Whatever the case was it was still the first word which came to my mind and so that's how I gave may self a name.

I  am Monster.

 I called my self.

 Now that I think about It, I was quit a gullible monster huh., I mean I am  already a monster, a beast whose face can make the older run let alone the youngrs and on top of it I even gave my self a name monter.

That’s some goddamn creativity right there.

The hell what was I even thinking, I lamnate.  But now I already know my name , Its Roan. But I am not some one who will run away from its responsibility , so I gave my self a name , again.

 Roan the monster..

And this is my home, this jungle with no start or end just like a circle, or a loop, or…..a  …sphere,,  ahm not that I ever tried to find, nor have any kind of intention to but still its to large, large enough that not a single ray of sunlight hit on ground.

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But I can still see , quite easy for me as I have already adjusted to  this environment in all these years, if not I wold have long been devoured and pooped out.

This forest have everything from humongous trees and wild sentient plants to monsters with unknown length and size. Trees so big as to reaching the sky , not that I can see the sky it self, as its always clouded with dark fog and unknown cries. So I can at least say that this is my home at least in term , as I have always been here as far as I remember.

Right now I am here behind this broken branch enough to cover me with my distorted body from being seen  , hungry waiting for the food to be prepared . In my front Is a wild fight going on, a fight to death match, and for what reason, no one knows , but I can tell it must have been hunger, or instinct, as it always have been , even for me.

Even right now I can feel my instinct kicking in, making my body ready to jump in the fight , and eat them, but I have to control, not everything your instinct says will be correct in every situation , as I have  a very lasting impression of it, with proof , one of my stingers, which has still not recovered till now, so I keep them back in my stomach, those things were always nice for surprise attacks. But now they are useless, as one is of no use without the other part.

Now that I look back , the fight is nearly decided,

That  kreant with a sudden jump bite on the neck of the creamik with his giant and venomous jaws  and yes.. With a weak cry , the smaller one, a creamik, collapsed. The victor though in pain started munching on it after looking at the surrounding and ensuring its safety , but I still remain, silently waiting, almost merging with surrounding. There are many reason for this, one being that kreant that two leg reptile won't be able to finish that food and the leftover will still be able to quench my hunger and the second being that I can't defeat that kreant , though the second reason topples the first reason by a big margin.

I have been here for a very long time , as I don’t even remember when I first came here, but I know I came here, from where, no one knows, so in all this year of of life, I have learnt something, a very important lesson.

Everything here in this forest of unknown is either a prey or predator, with no one ever holding the same distinction ever, todays predator can become a prey or a prey a predator, but one thing is common between them, that no one wants to be a prey, including me. As who would want to be a one time food for some one, who in the last won't even eat you properly, though the last part is unconserning .

I hear a  noise looking around I can see, he is done, laid there is the half eaten part of the food.

 Just when I see him that kreant  going past those green shrubs, out of my sight, I launch over almost immeaditely, I hurriedly open my folds of stomach layer by layer, raveling an empty space enough to fit the left over food with one visible stingers and the other , the broken one unseen, deep inside my muscles.

They helped me in getting all those juice out of the foods body, now that I have only one it will take a lot longer. 

I hurriedly pack them inside, and run away far from the location. I don’t want others to take my food, and if they will come, I will not be able to compete, maybe even I will be tuned into food.