Snippet #2630834

Everything was going well, the place was packed with food, the preys barely tried to defend themselves and many just didn't know what was going on so didn't dare to flee. Gram's mouth watered releasing drops of poison that mixed with puddles of water while thinking of the future feast. He did not know how much time has passed since it began, Gram can't remember when but to him Time eventually lost its meaning. Whenever he have food he could survive and he can eat anything, whenever he can sleep doesn't need food or breathe, the type of creature that he became easily be defined as the Ultimate Predator.

While chasing a couple of preys he heard a horn and, within seconds, a blade made of wind impacted leaving a mark on his skin followed by a trail of blackish red blood he stopped. Basic wind magic, not strong enough to cause concern. Gram looked in the direction in which the blade came, standing there was a female with feline features and orange fur. With sword in hand and an aura of confidence that only those who fully trust their skills have. Probably the leader of the pack, sometimes happens, the leader goes to defend the weaker prey. Whether they can get enough time or not it's up to their skills, the preys has the absolute right to fight for their lives. Similarly Gram has the absolute right to devour them, he prepared for a fight.

"Hey buddy! Leave the people alone!"

Gram stopped when heard what the woman said, When was the last time someone called him in a remotely human way?. Gram has been called both Terror and Protector, but always with reverence and fear. And right now despite his appearance he was called "buddy" He could not help but laugh loudly, it was as if a child, a man and a snake were laughing at the same time, a completely unnatural voice.

As he laughed Gram realized that other prey were approaching, probably called by the horn, a growling wolf man , a dwarf, a tasty looking woman and other humans. "Gram, the name" said with the same unnatural voice before pouncing toward the cat woman, it's not as if she will be spared for making him laugh. Before coming to an attack range he stopped abruptly, the growling wolf man he had ignored before did something with his hands and for him everything went to red.

The pain and fear deeply engraved in his twisted soul, returned once again. The pain of his charred limbs, the pitifulness of having to crawl in the mud and dirt to eat every memory related to the fatidic day surfaced. Fire, his only fear and greatest enemy was present before him and threatened to finish what started decades ago. Gram jumped back and began to spit poison in large quantities.

Using the advantages of his body to the maximum, he ran, he passed over food and preys but he didn't even spare them a glance, his top priority was to get as far from the fire as possible. When he reached the wall Gram didn't bother to jump or climb, he rushed through the wooden wall, leaving behind a few drops of blood and wood chips. The aberration left the town on the hill as suddenly as it appeared. Without sleep, without stopping and without realizing it will head towards his first hunting ground. His birthplace Tiderpool.