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The Target
Fearlessly, the dark shadow strode menacingly across the dimly lit room. A wild warrior of its kind, it deftly advanced, its soul enriched with hatred for its enemy.
Suddenly, it stopped. The chosen victim, turning in their sleep, sighed. There was silence once more. It had waited so long to reap its revenge, that the anticipation only fed its appetite further……
Beneath the bed covers, another movement…it was now. It was time. Rearing up on its hind legs, it took in the position of its target and using its body weight, it surged forward, teeth honed.
As they sank in to the flesh of the ill-fated’s thigh bone, it remembered its partner. Her beauty had been second to none and although she never bore its young, it knew that it would’ve given its life to be with her…..just once… but this was not to be; cruelly taken in her prime by this human specimen.
Now face to face, the arachnid soldier saw the terror in the target’s eyes. Revenge had been sought.
With its discarded enzymes devouring the enemy’s soul….it smiled and scurried away.
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Fearlessly, the dark shadow strode menacingly across the dimly lit room. A wild warrior of its kind, it deftly advanced, its soul enriched with hatred for its enemy.
Suddenly, it stopped. The chosen victim, turning in their sleep, sighed. There was silence once more. It had waited so long to reap its revenge, that the anticipation only fed its appetite further……
Beneath the bed covers, another movement…it was now. It was time. Rearing up on its hind legs, it took in the position of its target and using its body weight, it surged forward, teeth honed.
As they sank in to the flesh of the ill-fated’s thigh bone, it remembered its partner. Her beauty had been second to none and although she never bore its young, it knew that it would’ve given its life to be with her…..just once… but this was not to be; cruelly taken in her prime by this human specimen.
Now face to face, the arachnid soldier saw the terror in the target’s eyes. Revenge had been sought.
With its discarded enzymes devouring the enemy’s soul….it smiled and scurried away.
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