A/N: I have dropped off the fanfiction world for three months.

All you get to make up for it is a drabble. Go me.

When Oshus did his little speech, was I the only one who felt sorry for the Phantoms when he said the below? D:

Disclaimer: Nope.

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Hunger

"The monsters must have appeared to devour that. They just want to fill their empty bellies." –Oshus

The thoughts run through its mind.

Hunger.

Kill.

Eat.

It cannot stand this, cannot stand this constant, gnawing pain; it has always been there, but never, never like this; when adventurers traversed the temple, it could soothe the pangs. But the adventurers do not come here anymore.

It wanders the hall, sticking to the appointed route, even though it knows, somewhere in its soulless self, that nothing will be there, that there will never be anything worth the kill. Its armor clanks with every step it takes.

A foreign presence registers. However, this presence is far away, so it doesn't trouble itself.

The presence comes closer, flitting in and out of its mind.

It hears the shatter of a pot, close, so it investigates, moving fast because it feels the sustenance. The gnawing reaches a peak.

It sees the presence, rich in force, rich, rich, rich. Itseems to recall this from some other day, but that doesn't matter. It is moving as fast as it can, and it calls out something in a husky voice, perhaps to intimidate the presence.

It corners the presence, and as the presence makes a futile attempt to escape, it raises the sword, then sends it crashing downward.

It is placated, for a second.

A/N: …What is this…