The wind whipped around the red-head as he ran for dear life, the only sounds in the forest being his labored breath and the growling of the beast. The creature hunter, a man by the name of Shoichi Irie, was trying to escape his worst nightmare.
Shoichi felt the sharp claws of the beast scrape down his back, the blood surging out of his body instantly. His cry rang throughout the night, startling a pack of wolves nearby. The pack began to pursue him, but the howl of the beast warned them, "This is my prey."
The ginger hunter tried to run faster, fear the only thing pushing him to keep going. He was scared of death, scared of the beast chasing after him. The smell of Shoichi's fear made the beast's mouth curl into a blood-curdling grin. Its sharpened teeth glinted with the blood from an old meal; the beast had not eaten for days, and it refused to allow this meal to run free. It needed to taste blood again.
A branch halted Shoichi's running, the ground rushing to meet him as he fell. He flipped over onto his back, ready to spring up again, but the beast was already upon him. It hung over him like a black curtain, drool dripping from its fangs. The beast placed a clawed paw on the cowering man's face and knocked his glasses away, giving him at least the courtesy to not have to see what was coming.
The pleading words of the hunter seemed to not reach the beast's ears. Tears were streaming down the ginger's dirt-stained face as the beast ignored his begging, instead letting out a growl of annoyance. A man's voice seemed to speak to Shoichi, but it could only be heard inside his mind.
"I'll bite you to death."
Shoichi's eyes widened as his body froze. The beast leaned closer opening its jaw wide. The red-head didn't even have enough time to scream before the beast clamped its teeth down on his throat, ripping off the hunter's head in one smooth motion.