The Sentinels good morning, worm, your honor

he was testing the girl's bravery -- seeing how long it took for her fortitude to crumble. he liked that she stared back at him; good, let her drink fully of his iniquitous shape, let her become intimate with every blade of fur on his frame, so that she may recall him vividly in the days to come.

he took one more step.

the girl's question lingered in the air unanswered, for what he wanted was clearly beheld in his terrible vision.

one more step.

they were near face-to-face; he could sense now the heat of her body, and her scent rose around them as enticing as the delicate rise of her thin chest. he would have her -- just one step more..

his paw rose to take that step, and then hung in the air --