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Skrae tore at the raw flesh of his victim with his claws, scraping it into tender pieces that he greedily stuffed into his mouth. When the meat was gone, he cracked open the bones and sucked out the marrow inside. There was something about the taste of humans that made his mouth water, especially that of their younglings. He had found this little girl out playing in the woods when she had become separated from her friends.
Skrae had not come to Relleka for the feast, but after seeing the child alone in the woods, he couldn't resist having a little appetizer, sneaking up behind her and sliding a hand around her neck, crushing it with a single squeeze.
He licked the remaining blood from his lips and smiled his row of sharp, needle-like teeth. After waiting for so many years, what difference would his little snack make?
After eating his fill, he leapt from the cliffside, the wind gripping his curved wings as he descended over the tree canopy below. Flight was something Skrae's race had never been gifted with, but his wings were not useless, and from a high enough jump he could still glide with ease. Skrae truly loved being high in the air. It wasn't so much the act of gliding itself that he enjoyed, but rather the sense of dominion he had over all the mortal creatures that walked the earth below him.
His talons gently touched down on the ground, and he began the final trek of his journey towards Rellekka. "You've been a hard man to track down," he slithered. Three years ago the man's life force had returned to the world. It had burned brightly for only a few seconds before disappearing again, but in that short period Skrae had sensed it and known it could only belong to one man: Koshei.
"I must kill Koshei," Skrae told himself every night when he retired into the blackness, and it was his first thought when he awoke in that blackness every morning.
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