Things that Devour
Unpronounceable beasts howl on the moors, galloping after bones to crunch, while more furtive creatures cling to the gambrels of city homes, waiting to steal a sleeping child’s breath.
Brave rangers, with leucotic bullets seething in their rifles ride on the plains after cackle-demons, tracking the horrendous creatures by their foetid odor. These fools are found later, hanging from trees, drained of all vital fluid.
Of Mostly Flesh and Partially Blood
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