The real victim
Summary: After finding an injured man, it only seemed right to help him out. Turns out though, he wasn't the only thing that came with them …
Red eyes took in the sight around them, flames that was slowly turning the once beautiful little town, into nothing but rubble and ash.
Bodies lay all over the area. Some in pieces or with their stomachs ripped open, rib bones sticking out while guts and intestines lay scattered around them in a pool of blood. Screams still cling's to the air.
Overall, a good night's work.
However it seemed someone had gotten in a lucky shot at him as he noticed he was bleeding. Stupid humans, didn't they know his kind could not be killed? He would be healed soon enough.
Strong muscles flexed, before the beast took off. The only noise now was the sound of heavy paws beating against the ground. It wondered, 'where would they go now?' they had no idea where the next closest town was, or how long it would take them to find one.
Finding its self at the main road, bright lights caught its attention, realising a car was coming this way.
Well, it seems the odds are in their favour, he would have to tell the leader that he had found new play things.
A rustle of leaves near by caused the beast to retreat into a near by bush, to see what was approaching. It watched what seemed to be an injured human making its way towards the road, the car being much closer now.
Shit.
If that human survived from the now destroyed town he had just came from, he was in trouble. But as he observed the humans in front of him, he decided not to worry; he would take care of them.
All of them.
Leader will be pleased.