Haunted Wood This is Ripley, last survivor of the Nostromo, signing off

I'm doing a real piss poor job of replying to this <33 I'm gonna vague his way out and close it up so you don't have to worry about it ;-;

Chase and chase, the beast followed her until she had vanished from his sights and left the stormcloud figure with a lurching sensation in his gut. 

Nostromo was hungry and he turned toward the outer edges of the wood in search of something that would satisfy the wicked starvation that had made a home in his belly. The figure forgot about his victim a short time after she had disappeared from his view. She had been an unremarkable blip on his radar, and he had probably scarred her for some time to come. 

She had still tasted sweet.