The sky is dark and cloudy. The only light is from the tourches of the weary travelers. Even the moon is hidden. But I have no trouble seeing. I watch them, stalk them. They are weak, foolish, driven by greed. greed is the only thing that would motivate them to come this far out, especially at night. Fear keeps the others away. They know. This is my domain. These travelers, these treasure seekers, have come into my domain to seek, no, to take, what is mine. I don't mind. It saves me the trouble of hunting my food. Four of them. The first one falls to far behind, captured by the glint of something. Something has caught his eye. Two things. Something valuable? Jewels. matching jewels, and they're perfect. His pulse quickens. He lets the others get farther ahead. Carefully he reaches for the jewels. I blink. Joy fiils me as he realises his mistake. They are not jewels, but eyes. My eyes. I lick my lips. One down. three to go.
Unknown "private pyle" - 16 years, 9 months, 14 days ago