In the clearing, a creature stood hidden in the shadows of an elm tree. His ragged hair consumed a pale face while a strong scent of blood and grim coated his body. Clutching the tree closely, the man watched a small beaten road that ran from Lincolnshire to London with the utmost enthusiasm.
Hunger was a great enemy to any animal. When hunger took hold it was a pain similar to that of the tortures inquisitors could instill in heretics. The thirst for sustenance, the need to slake ones lusts. The Beast needed to feed and quench himself without bother.
The wind was cool; fall was not yet in full swing but enough cool air was making its way into the underbrush of the England forests. Birds chirped softly in the canopy as little animals scurried from hole to tree, their ears awake for anyth
