Hiam was... well, quite literally ripping a small hare to shreds. He had gotten lucky catching it. Most of the time he was only bale to catch lizards and other tiny or slow prey. Today had been different. Today he felt like a man! Or, lion!
He sat curled up on a rock, the pieces of the rabbit sprawled out in front of him. He'd taken his time to let it die, licking at the blood and slowly eating the flesh. He was so proud of himself!
This is what he wanted to do with his life... He wanted to do this to anyone he could get his hands on. He loved the pain and the blood.
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