Greatwater Lake i've got a lovely bunch of coconuts

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This is what he lived for - why his heart beats in that grotesquely large chest of his. The moment his bark rang through the air, he could feel her fear radiating from her. It was in poor taste for many to go after one so grossly under them in size and battle capabilities - and yet, he found joy in it. No more than breaking a powerful soul, but joy none the less. One had to take pleasure in every form no matter how it presented itself these days.

A chill ran down his spine and pricked the fur all over his flesh, the coat rose as though the hairs were taking in a breath of life themselves while he felt himself rise up from the grave, seeing her eyes filled with fear as she turned to see him awoken a carnal part of him that remained more or less dormant these days. He felt alive for the first time in many moons.

As she backed herself into the lake, he approached. Long strides quickly closing in if she chose a slower pace. Careful. The lake is deep and the current strong. You wouldn't want to drown, would you? He saw the young woman as a toy, and nothing more. Its what she was now; and he would enjoy every second of pleasure he could get from this damsel in distress.

He was a predator after all, and the weak, well, they were prey. Will she give him that thrill of the chase? Or would she just continue on her journey deeper into the water, where he would begin to dream of seeing her underneath its waves.

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