they screamed loudly enough to blind the stars
For once, the creature is not hungry. Not in an intense way, not the way it normally feels hunger. It had recently fed on a scrawny stag who was only just beginning to fatten again with the coming of spring. His blood still stained her armoured body, splashes of it on the curve of her dome. Later it will clean the blood away so that it does not fester and grow a stench (a lesson it learned in its youth) but for now it wanders through the forest. It has enjoyed the canyons of Pangea, the endless labrynth that often provides a meal from the unlucky ones who get lost, but the shadows of the forest are viewed with something of a fondness.
If it could feel fondness.
There are no true thoughts to interrupt but it pauses when it sees something new. Vaguely like the horse-creatures, just as it is itself, but not quite. A shadow with eyes.
While it recognizes the sounds he makes as those that belong to the horse-creatures, the creature does not understand that a question is being asked. Does not know that the snarl that it gives in response and the hollowness of it’s black eyes are answer enough. A threatening flick of that knife-tipped tail and a single step forward is all it does, for now, while its spined head tilts almost curiously.
RIPLEY AND NOSTROMO
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