Wolves among the sheeps...

There is no need for restraint. We have been tied down for so long. Our stomach growls, our lips sneer in anticipation, saliva dripping at the sides. We have been sharpening our claws, our fangs...the hunger is burning. It yearns to be fulfilled.

They live in packs, their succulent minds filled with the thought of security with numbers. We know better. Each and everyone of them, lives in fear within. Fear of their very neighbours, those beside them. Though hand in hand, their purpose is not to ensure the survival of the collective - but that of one self's....They know not the thoughts of their friends, but trust not likely what they see. Fear of betrayal, fear of losing in rank, fear of being push into nothingness.

Ah, but they are not docile. They bite and claw like trapped animals. Not against their fear, but against each other and anything else that threatens that security that they hold dear to themselves. No, my furry friends, they are not easy meat. In a group, they are strong.

But we are stronger! We who live within and without...In isolation. In packs. In legionnaires. We yield to our fears, knowing that when all is lost, there is nothing more to lose and everything is to be gained! We have roamed among them, savouring that delicious anxiety that fumes from their very flesh....The beating hearts that give them life, like war beacons signaling our senses. Our feet soundless, we roamed among them....

It is time.
To pick them off one at a time. They are confuse. Unsure of themselves, unsure of what is to become. Their numbers slackened, their walls crashing around their beady eyes. They look at each other, hoping one would stand up to lead them away from this immense fear that we bring. And so, there are stronger ones among them that do so. But nay, we are stronger! One by one, one at a time. We feed...

It is time.
To end the beginning.