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It's tail cringed it's face was mellow, it's tongue yellow, it's eyes dim, it's teeth grey. It had been waiting too long, it was waited too long to eat, far too long. It had been making a snake out of the animals on the far far edge of the swamp, it moved closer and closer into the human colony, far too close then it'd normally like to be. It's stomachs hurt oh oh oh it hurt, nothing could calm it nothing could ease it's long coming direct pain. The sky around it was dark and green, the water that was as thick as soup was a greenly brown, the trees where the color of black yellow. The thing- it, was so feared where it flouted in mains that even the bugs stayed far far away from it. When it would rain later that night even the rain would devoid it falling all the way around it like a evil cycle of protection. No leaf would fall on him either, the amount of fear in the world was large and only the high ones and the low ones saw it truly as it was. It needed meat, the human meat. Moreover it needed a soul, if it ate none soon then it's own body would die then the souls trapped inside it would fly away, and it itself would be dragged into the dirt from where it came from. The hurt from it seemed to never end and no matter how it begged for that human baby to come out it just wasn't ready yet. How much more suffering could it withstand?