Delom

Delom walked around the filthy two-leg dump. He maw was open and a sound came out of it, echoing in the air. It was a laugh...A laugh of insanity. He did not usually come to the two-leg concrete jungle, but something in his head told him he should. A voice. His red eyes scanned around and he licked his lips. All he really wanted was to taste blood. Oh he wished he could taste blood again. Not just any animal blood, two-leg, wolf, anything other then prey.