Famished
He’d been asleep for a millennia, and had no notion to what he was waking up to. The world was not the same to the one he left.
He once was the ruler of this world now he lived off of the dregs, and he was fortunate to even get that.
He was bitter and angry and his prodigious strength was failing him. He could no longer inspire fear in the hearts of his prey. He was growing desperate.
He wanted to survive–needed to survive.
Late one night, he was prowling through the seedier parts of the city closest to him and stumbled upon a camp of transients. His hunger flared, but he remained calm. He couldn’t lose his cool, because this could be his one chance to regain some of his lost strength.
He sidled up to the fire and did his best to blend in. They talked and shared with him, and he learned to do the same each and every night.
Slowly the trust was starting to build and after two weeks he was ready. He drew the weakest member of the group away and attacked without a sound.
He felt his strength starting to return. Two more nights sated his hunger and rebuilt his power.
He’d lost hope, but now he knew he could once again rule this world and strike fear into those who dwelled upon it.
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