When the eclipse comes and shadows grow long over the orange river, he will emerge from the deep forest to begin the hunt again, his ravening hunger spiking with ancient bloodlust.
He will run swift as a wolf, his silvery eyes cutting through the darkness like lasers, while his hairy fingers curl into claws eager to rip and destroy the flesh of another.
But we have had this dance before, and this time I am prepared with a weapon he will never expect.
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