NO ONE IS AT HOME IN MY DARKNESS

The mammoth haunted the ground, toes that were intricately attached through ligament and flesh penetrated the ground. Claws assaulted the ground and his limbs drove the behemoth onward. Stilts raped the ground relentlessly as he would cling to the shadows. The devil out in daylight. The darkness within the creature fermented his outward appearance. A blackness in his fur matched by that within his eyes. He was nothing more that a savage creation of his environment. Like bred like, and he was fed by the chaos and blood that came with power.

Ammon was a victim of a relentless mind, never was it sated. Oh, no. The man was sure it was possible, he had just yet to find the right like of water to soothe the fire. Dark eyes were drawn to the horizon, pace slowly as he allowed the ground to seek refuge from the rough pounding. Jowls parted to suck in the scents of the air. He drew in deep breaths letting his cavities flood before exhaling in a slow, guttural hiss. His attention was captured by a certain intoxicating scent. His brain processed the scent that resulted in a devilish smirk upon his onyx lips. How lovely, he had stumbled across more company of the feminine variety.

Sinisterly smooth tones growl out of his maw as her drew ever nearer. " what's a fair doll like yourself doing out here all alone? " he didn't expect and answer but his tone was dark all the same. his eyes ravished every inch of her frame, caring not for formalities or privacy. Once he was satisfied he took a seat.What a feast for eyes that had only gazed upon the ghastly bodies of bones lately.
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