A gnaw biting hunger.

Uncontrolable. Unsatisfiable. Ravenous.

One mere mortal would not satisfy it, could not.

A creature forgotten by time, thought to be nothing but a mere myth. However myths are more often times founded on something more physical than one could perceive.

Two giant almond colored eyes, greedily eyed the remaining men. As it’s tail flickered back and forth in a excited motion.

Talons digging into the sand, the stench of death wavered in the air.

“Josha what the fuck is that thing,” the captain whispered as he turned to look at the young man next to him.

The young man glanced back at him, eyes tinged with fear.

“I-i don’t know,” he said as he visibly shook in fear.

The Red Gorge Mercenaries were often described as the ‘Best’, however knowing when you are able to win, and when death is upon you is another ordeal entirely.

Two eyes, seemed to emit it’s lust for food with each swipe of it’s tail.

Finally it’s patience had grown thin, one foot, slowly dug into the sand. Then it’s other foreleg came forward, the oddity moved towards the third sand wagon.

The very same wagon that Kou was currently occupying.

It seemed as the sand itself was struggling to keep it’s substance as the creature slowly moved towards the sand wagon, lips smeared in the lovely crimson liquid.

“W-what is happening outside,” he said as he coughed from his dry throat, days without water, food.

Luxuries he once took for granted now gone.

As the creature moved towards the sand wagon, the other men sighed a breath of relief. Even if it meant living for another split second longer that’s all that mattered in front of that… thing.

It’s crimson talons slowly rocked the sand wagon.

Inside the wagon Kou was being suddenly tossed to the sides of the wagon unable to even grab onto anything and hope to outlast whatever is happening.

A bemused look appeared on it’s face as it stared down at the sand wagon.

Though these foolish mortals would not satisfy it’s ever growing hunger. They at least provided some sort of .. entertainment.

Under the first sand wagon, krist and the few men who hid with him began to whisper among themselves.

“What the hell is that thing! I’ve fought swarms with the Frontier battalion  near the Veneifer Mountains,” he whispered while a mixture of fear and confusion could be seen quite clearly on his face, eyes seemed to darken as if the end was near.

Stuttering one last whisk of speech, “B-but what is this?!”

Fear was abundant on the faces of the Red Gorge Mercenaries who hid with the vice-captain, as he was the most experienced one in their so called little grouping the outlook he displayed, destroyed their image of the fearless slaughter of the battle field.

A life is something you can only enjoy while you’re alive.

The creatures long tongue gently rubbed against it’s fangs. As if saving the taste.

A sharp glance to the other sand wagons sent shivers down all of the mens spines.

The two giant almond eyes seemed amused, before proudly walking off into the distant sand.

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Relief spread like a wildfire among the men, a miracle had occurred to the small band.

Meanwhile.

Inside the wagon, Kou was tossed violently back and forth before violently slamming into a piece of a black steel armor chest plate.

Instantly pain shot through his back.

“AHH!” the noise sounded hoarse, as it became nothing more than a mere whimper, followed by sobs.

Blood slowly dripped down his back as he laid sideways on the hard wooden floor, unable to move as tears filled his once joyous filled face.

*****

A gnaw biting itch.

Uncontrolable. Unsatisfiable. Ravenous.

One mere mortal would not satisfy it, could not.

A creature forgotten by time, thought to be no more than a mere myth.

Kyr the scholar of Valros, Marquis, Inventor of the ages was currently..

Playing with a cat.

Not just any ordinary cat, this cat was a special kind.

It might seem like a normal feline to the unsuspecting passerby, but not to the trained eyes of Kyr, as she glanced at the little devil.

It replied with a cute “Meow!” as it used it’s paw to point to a tree.

Like her previous conjunctions this feline wasn’t ordinary.

Surely it wasn’t a normal.. cat.

As she glanced to the tree, the slight chattering of two goldspark sparrows danced softly in the air as they murmured amongst themselves in their nest.

A light clicked above her head as she turned to the cat.

A slight glint of cruelty appeared in both their eyes, as if they both understood each others intentions.

As the pair of Goldspark sparrows continued to chatter inside their nest.

The lurking predator of the ages past was slowly crossing between bushes as the unsuspecting pair continued to chatter among themselves.

The ever watchful Kyr was also crouching as she felt the cold cobblestones underneath her bare feet, passersby who saw her behavior stared for a moment before continuing on their way.

Crazy people were not uncommon, just slightly less seen in broad daylight.

Soon the predator of the ages approached the backside of the tree, soft paws made no sounds as he stealthily sneaked up the tree.

Prey in sight, he stared before licking his lips in anticipation.

Kyr on the other hand was now laying down on the grass near the walkway, playing with a flower as she watched the ongoing show.

Suddenly as the predator of the ages released his murderous intent, the male goldspark sparrow turned around in horror, only to be greeted by the claws of death.

Fear tinged it’s eyes as the last flittering image was of it’s mate.

Goldspark sparrows are unlike other variations of the so called ‘monster’ sparrow species. They only have a single mate in their entire lives.

Although this causes their overall number to not be as great as their other relatives.

The look of dread appeared on the once happy female goldspark sparrow, as the shock of settled, it was simply too late.

The claws of death would claim yet another life.

“Meow.”