"I am native to the forest. I mind the people as long as they mind me. Left them alone as long as I was not bothered. But the people never learn. They came into my forest, my domain, my home. Their screams of fear would radiate around the entire island and they would be seen running out of the line of trees, faces white, urine trickling down their legs. They told stories of the "deformed creature" that plagued the woods...they tried to burn the trees down. Tried cutting too. heh. Those didn't work. The forest is my domain. I choose was stays and what leaves. Their axes broke, their torches died down.
I protected their forest, I protected their island. And still they called me a monster... so a monster I became.
Their homes were easy to break into. No one ever locked a door around here. The children were always my first victims. Why make them suffer? They only knew what the adults taught them. My claws in their throats ended their pitiful existence quickly.
There were always a few who manage to get a quick scream for mommy and daddy though. Heh. That just made it more fun. The parents running in as I pulled their baby's throat out, making sure to watch them for dramatic effect.
The mom's were always the first to scream. Oh how I hate the shrill voice of a crying mother, asking what I did to her precious baby. The dad is the one for force. He usually grabs something and tries to hit me while his wife goes and holds her baby, the fresh blood still gurgling and bubbling out of the newly opened skin. I usually go for her last. Leave her to suffer the mental torture as she watches the world she thought was so stable be ripped from underneath her.
The father is a being of brute force. He swings his weapon of choice which I dodge with ease. A quick swipe to the side and his ribs are bare to the outside. The smell of his blood fills the room as he clutches the spot, shaking. He looks as if he's going to faint. Funny.
Jabbing my claw out once more I grip his neck, digging the tips in to lift him off of the ground. Gripping his arm I lift it, tugging with just the right force to rip the shoulder out of its socket with a sickening pop and crunch. Yanking and twisting harshly, I wiggled the bone further away from its original place, forcing it to jut out of the skin.
He tried to act tough, trying to show off to the woman perhaps. I quickly put an end to that. He was crying like a baby by the time my fingers dug around the edges of the bone, tugging it away from the rest of his body. It didn't take long to remove the arm entirely, blood almost comically gushing from the wound.
Dropping him on the floor, I left him to scream and bleed, watching gleefully as his wife screamed and cried, trying to get away from me. Backing away, she fell flat on the bed, giving me full access.
I pounced, pinning her beneath me. Realizing that I had very little time left to act, I placed my claw over her eyes, the other hand gripping the back of her head by her hair. A quick jerk of my arms separated her neck from the rest of her spinal chord.
Just what a monster would do." -Darkrai