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A monster. Yes. A monster she was. A monster void of remose and feeling. Emotion flowed through her mind. Emotions only she could understand. There was much more to the daemon then death, then blood. She was ill, sick. In the head, not in the belly. Wrong was right and right did not matter. Nothing matter, as long as she was okay. As long as her well being was on track. She was cursed, maybe. But, oh baby, she loved it. She loved the death, the carnage. The ripping of flesh and tearing of hearts. The taste of that lifeblood within her mouth, within her throat. To hear the tearing of that gentle flesh, to see the stained cream bone. It was all so lovely, it was all so perfect.

The monster, the monster within your dreams, trotted across the cliffs. Paws found their place with ease, with such grace. Russet toes digging into the stone as she leaped across gaps and climbed up, up up. There was no end, but there was. The woman went on and on until she met with quite the odd cliff. A cave rested upon its frame, caverns dipping within the rocky wall. The serpent slithered her way into the caverns, out of pure curiosity. She enjoyed the wonderful feeling of the cool stone upon her rough pads. She moved to rub her bulky frame across the slightly damp walls of the cave. Her blue orbs flicked around, eyeing every inch of the wall. No noise was heard other the gentle drips of water. The girl continued on, her eyes slipped up and sopotted a few bats nesting upon the roof of the cave. The girl let the tiny blood suckers rest, admiring their very being. The beast padded her way deeper into the cave, without any sort of ambition.