Snippet #1079713

The true Donovan was a prisoner in his own mind. He could only watch as events unfolded around him. It felt as if he'd been bound and gagged, the beast held the reins now. He tried to yell something to the woman, to tell her to run. He was trying to tell her, she'd only pissed it off. But to no avail, for the beast was in no mood to call off the hunt. It was surprised by the small rain of bullets and was caught off guard by the woman's trap. But it did not relent. Instead, it inhaled deeply and crouched. As the beast sprang it's full strength pushed its body from the ground and broke straight through the woman's stone cage.

Dust and sand now covered the creature that had been Donovan Blackstone. It scented its prey, savored the exhilaration of the hunt. Than it began to slowly circle the young woman, with little regard for the man above. It only had eyes for her, her sweet flesh would most certainly whet its appetite. Ahhh, the blood had been long in its arrival. The ignorant man he was forced to occupy had little taste for blood, the foolish human he was. It growled slowly, a sound of unspeakable discomfort to those around. The creature was violence embodied, a maelstrom of sound and fury.