Staggering limbs pull from me a sense of insanity. Before my crumpled form, two eyes appear torn at the pupil, covered by black moss creeping away at the luminous color. His ears are sharp, almost jagged, with soft fur to conceal the naked malice of his nature. He glides with sophistication, a certain swagger in his step, as he approaches me, towers over me. Quivering, sniveling little me. His feline fangs flicker under the flame in his eyes and I cannot deny the impossible tangles that have weaved my fate.  I glance to him with a beady, easy impression. No remorse. His expression contains fragments of glass, peeled away to reveal pools of ice. Cold, indefinite ice that conducingly freezes me. He procures a position from above, and fangs find my veins. He sinks his thorns into my skin, ravishes the vessels from within. A mangled pulsating lump is gouged out from inside, torn away from solitude in its pulpy flesh. Grinning malevolently, he paws at the ugly thing until he grips it with his claws. He brings the meaty flesh to his face and begins to gnaw at my heart. He bears a satisfied mug, attentively devouring the pieces.  I slink away, bleeding and free.