As I roam the rocky shores of my island, the wind in my hair, I feel the call of the hunt. My eyes may be blinded, but my other senses are heightened, and I can smell the fear of my prey. I stalk my quarry with ease, my massive strides eating up the distance. The thrill of the hunt is exhilarating, and I am the master of this domain.
But it’s not just the hunt itself that I enjoy, it’s the aftermath. The satisfaction of a successful kill, the taste of fresh meat, the feeling of power and dominance. It’s a rush like no other, and one that I crave constantly. I am a monster, a creature of chaos and destruction, and this is what I was born to do.
And yet, despite the brutality of my nature, I am not without a certain… tenderness. I have a soft spot for the young and the weak, and I often spare them from my wrath. But don’t be fooled, it’s not out of mercy, it’s out of a twisted sense of curiosity. I want to see how they react, how they try to survive in a world that is so clearly against them. It’s a game, a game of cat and mouse, and one that I always win.
>Soulkyn