Distracted by Hunger

Dragon's flying over my head as I wander this land of hopelessness and dread. There has to be another sign of life. There has to be. It can't just be me and those terrible flying beasts of hellish fire. All scales and no charm.

It's been two days since I set out from our stronghold in the west to hunt out life. It's been two months since I last saw a soul. I will not give up. I cannot give up, but I must keep my wits about me because of those that fly above me.

Something is pulling me to the west. It may be out of desperation or insanity. Still, I feel myself being pulled towards the great plains. Where the scavengers once dwelled. I'm hoping there is still a remnant of those ancients there.

The roaring of the dragons is unsettling, but they can't really see me - not, the real me, anyway. Covered in the blood of their queen, I appear as one of them and smell of her. They fear me...as they should...as anyone should. So on I search, even when my limbs are aching.

Rats have even disappeared from the land. The last rat I ate was the last rat on my plate. It was hardly a meal. More an entrée, meant to serve as a precursor to something grander, meatier, juicier, something...

As I approach the boundaries between the grasslands and the great plains, I can see a small fire burning in the distance. It must be life. Perhaps they will help me. Perhaps they will share. Oh, I do love their smell.

Closer and closer, I get to their camp. I see the fire, I see a tent, and I see a lamp. There are two fine scavengers, plump and delicious, I make myself look crooked so they are not suspicious.

"There is enough for all three of us here", said the short fat one to the tall fat one and me. I lick my lips at the crow and vole stew they have on the cook. Though, I'm more interested in their fleshy bodies.

"I want the eyes, the ears and the mouth", I boldly proclaim. The fat men laughed and thought I was cruel. Little did they know, I am not some strange fool. They ask where I'm from.

"Over the hills and far to the east. I was at a stronghold, having a feast, but ran out of food", I replied, with an evil smile curling on my face. "Are there many others over there waiting for you?"

"None", I said. "I ate them all in a thick and meaty stew"

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