Fear. It could smell it. Scampering in the snow, moving running, screaming. Not that it actually was, it was quietly screaming, internally panicking. It sloshed through the snow with its thick legs, grinding its face through pounds and pounds of snow, slogging up a hill towards the little white furball. The rabbit was so panicked, there was no way the little Creep could sense anything else with this creature here. It would eat it. Not that it really needed to, as the Creep technically sustained off of hatred itself, but the taste of blood in its mouth was quite enjoyable. Each foot forward was an arduous journey, and eventually the panic in the rabbit turned into a smug pride. It looked down upon the Creep, continuing to dash up the hill, its light footprints dotting the snow. It screeched to a halt, when the hill ended in a sheer cliff, and started to swing its course to its flank. A distance in which the Creep could heave itself forward and catch it. Crush it. Grind its bones between its teeth and silence its internal screaming. Its screaming was so very loud. So very annoying. The Creep's thick trunk like legs sunk into the snow, gaining distance on the small mammal. Step by step by step. Until a step became a lurch, as the Creep felt its foot punch through the snow, and an ominous cracking filled the air. The creature was panicking more than ever. The snow mound before the Creep was falling forward, bringing the ball of fear down and away from it. The entire top quarter of the hill ruptured and slid away from the creep towards the depression in the landscape. Down, down it went. The Creep could only look in awe at the change in the landscape that a creature running amok could cause, what it could cause. It was almost serene.


Dove trudged through the snow. Going downhill was always faster than uphill. Would be nice if the desert could remain flat, but you can't always get what you want. An ominous cracking filled the air, and he scanned to see how much time he had to prepare. It turned out to be all the time in the world, as it was a small hill, off to his right which had begin to crumble. Dove could feel negativity from his right. Quite a bit, but nothing like actual dread. More like simple instinctual fear. Probably a rabbit.


It could taste the fear. It barely scurried out of the snow before the Creep was bearing down on it. Only a few more feet, and it would finally achieve silence. The Creep would finally get what it wanted before it eventually was snuffed, even if it was just for a moment. The Creep lunged forward. It launched like a log through the air. A pair of talons picked up the rabbit. The Creep slammed into the snow, belly first. It grunted, as it turned towards the sky as the rabbit was carried away. Maybe this was why grimm existed. To be spited again and again. To be miserable and take their misery out on others. Being a Creep was probably the worst thing to be.


Dove looked through his binoculars and saw the catastrophe that was that grimm's existence. It was good to know that he wasn't the unluckiest thing on the continent. Maybe things wouldn't be that bad after all.