Bramblepoint five nights at freddy's

The devil slunk away from his latest kill with blood coating his muzzle and drizzled into the fur along his chest. The piebald serpent moved with an unnatural grace, gliding on stilt-like limbs that never seemed to stop their rapid movement. He had just eaten, but Ithrik hungered for more – meat of a different kind. His swaying steps carried him in search of a target, and he was not surprised by what he found in the twisting brambles. A pair of jack-o-lantern optics settled on her form with a burning interest and a desire that bristled his coat. Even from where he was hidden, Ithrik could see that she was small and young as could be. Her flesh would still be tender from youth and his body could easily overcome her, even on his worst days.

The prowling beast slowed his pace and swung wide to the right, holding himself out of sight of the beautiful, plump little creature. He had trekked through the brambles with every intention of feeling their sting. Ithrik had allowed them to sink so deeply into his flesh that his shoulder was dripping blood as it ran down to his elbow. He would feign injury and ask for her help. Drawing his tongue over his lips, the vile hound circled around her and watched where she would not yet be able to see him.