A beast continued it's way forward. Crimson soaked their light snout, as a corpse hung from their teeth. Their paws kept forward, as the sound of bones snapping resounded around. The rodent hung downward in death, a mouse that was no more. A trial of red hung behind here, leaving patches of blood, as it was not the only victim. Though nothing was left behind, as the monster devoured it whole, the bones and the guts, all would fall into the abyss. Crunchy as it was, and dull in taste, they continued to chew the marrow. For the thought to fill the gut, was only met with a bleak reality check. Nothing could fill what they desired.

A snake appeared, but not one with a plump waist or a good looking dinner. They were like ice, thin and tasteless, the only thing that held up the possible meal before them, was the life that held on. They cocked their head, and the beast narrowed their site on the prey that spoke before them. They finished last of the rat, but it did not quench the hunger. 

A question, that they did not know of. Its been too long since they heard a meal speak proper words, ones that weren't of agony and screams. But the cold snake before them, did not look appetizing enough to feast upon. Then would they provide adequate entertainment? In the end, it's up to fate if they enter the abyss of desire.

"Hunger." A single word was all that defined the beast. They were a glutton; a desire to fill the void from within. The frothed from the mouth, the strong feeling of a need to devour held strong. They wanted to feast and fill themselves, but the one before them did not look at all appetizing.  Though maybe, they could be the dinner they desire.