Random Shorts Frazzle Did

by Frazzle2Dazzle

The Haunting

“I hunger… I thirst.” The voice groaned into the cold night. A clawed hand cupped the chin of a leathery face. “But these… ‘Ponies.’ They are… Pure.”

The tall, two-legged figure, donned in rags so torn and dirty, you could hardly tell what color they originally were, sighed.

“A simple life…? If only. Kill this world…? Or die in it?”

He looked to the lights of the village in the distance. Even at night, the ponies were lively. Their boisterous parties never seemed to stop.

“These creatures… They would taste good. Their screams would be delightful.” A grin set itself over his wrinkled face, “Their blood would be sweet. Their bones would crunch. They are weak. I would feast!” His voice crackled in the night, before he sighed, his sharp teeth hiding once more.

“But they would bring me no comfort.” He couldn’t help chuckling, “Mercy? From me? Imagine that…”