[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: 1px]You had one simple objective: kill any and all humans that dare cross your path. It should be that simple. However it seemed that some humans thought that trying to fight back against your kind was a good idea. It was pathetic, but you had to admit there were some good hunters out there. At least they put up more of a fight. It was those fights that made it so much more satisfying when you killed them.
It's around midnight. You are perched in a large sturdy oak tree, stretching your leathery wings and keeping lookout for any humans to feed off of. With the threat of demons looming around nearly every corner, finding food was getting more difficult as well. Your only lucky break was when some drunkard would stumble from the pub, or when a lost traveler wandered in. Your eyes flickered along the empty streets in search for food. You were growing impatient. Claws digging into the bark, you let a growl accumulate in the back of your throat. Perhaps this was just another barren town?
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