“Shadowed by the robes of night and stars looking down, a creature of darkness emerges and frowns, for it is filled with a grizzly hunger, a crimson warm beating monger. So it flies up - up to the moon, hasten in its hunt, before time strikes of noon. Through leaves and trees and dirt as well, a victim was soon to be in the creatures spell. For there she was, innocent and ripe, ready for plucking, unready for a fight.” - Caruu -