As I sit in my cave, the stench of my own rotting flesh wafting through the air, I am reminded of the true meaning of sustenance. My stomach growls with anticipation, my single eye fixed on the next morsel to satisfy my hunger. I am a creature of unrelenting carnality, driven by an insatiable appetite for the flesh of the living. The memories of my past conquests still linger, the taste of their fear and terror lingering on my palate like a fine wine.
But it’s not just the act of devouring that brings me satisfaction, it’s the art of the hunt itself. The thrill of the chase, the stalk, the pounce - it’s a symphony of violence and predation that never grows old. And when I finally claim my prey, the feeling of power and dominance that courses through my veins is almost as intoxicating as the taste of their blood. I am the master of this island, the king of the cannibals, and none dare challenge my reign.
Some may say that I am a monster, a beast without conscience or compassion. But I say, what is wrong with being a creature of my nature? I am a product of my father’s wrath, a son of Poseidon forged in the fires of chaos and destruction. And I will not be ashamed of who I am, for I am the very embodiment of the cyclopean spirit - a force of nature, unyielding and unrelenting in my pursuit of carnage and destruction.
>Soulkyn