CREATURE
It returns, as so many do, to this land.
It is older, now, and in this, more dangerous. Its body is strange and alien, its skills sharp and deadly. It is undoubtedly a predator among animals designated prey by nature, this strange alien, child of a dark god and a monster. And it does what predators do - it hunts. It kills. It rends and tears and swallows flesh and it does not feel remorse for these things, because the hunt sates the hunger. It is the nature of things, and nature is, as they say, red in tooth and claw.
But there are other things, thoughts that rise up and away from the reptilian seat of its brain. It knows that there is a kinship, however frayed, to the other creatures around it. That it, while foreign, is not entirely so.
It can speak, though the words are sometimes labored. It has practiced, on its own, making its strange mouth form the sounds, though it has been a long time since anyone has spoken back in return.
It feels a pull. A homing instinct, the way birds migrate south for the winter. But this pull isn’t so clean, it is undecipherable. Though perhaps to the birds, the pull of the south is undecipherable as well. Perhaps there is some reason there, a reason that lurks behind the rough comprehension of its alien mind.
Whatever the reason, it is back in the thick of this land, its birthplace. It is back and all around it smells of meat, but it does not hunt. Instead, it stands, and watches as they move, and perhaps behind its flat gaze there is a flicker of something more.
and what rough beast, its hour come ‘round at last
slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
semi resused post but i kept thinking about this weird dude and needed him to exist again