It was around midnight, and laughter could be seen from one particular veranda.
Yes, seen and not heard.
For the sounds didn't pass through the glass doors, and the shadow could only watch as one creature laughed himself silly over those blasted devices.
But this was perfect, for in all the years it has survived, humans were the easiest opponents.
One sashay, one claw, or even a snarl could instantly get it what it wanted.
And right now, it wanted that source of spiritual energy,
It was an unexpected turn of events as the creature—once on the brink of death had found a source of sustenance in a world that had long lost it.
The energy was intoxicating, and its senses, honed by decades of energy starvation, awakened at this promising last hope.
And so it prowled, right until it reached just outside its goal.
However, when the creature slunk silently through the terrace, bright lights suddenly battered it!
"!!!"
