Young Hunger

Normally the fields and forests all around the village were relatively quiet, with nothing but the mundanely soothing sounds of cows eating and the occasional runaway agitated geese to be heard. Not so today. The screams of horror and distress could be heard echoing all along the countryside, over the field and even across the river delta. Villagers could be seen from a distance running away screaming, like little agitated points moving across the grass. Upon approaching one could notice that some were stained with splashes of fresh blood.
It had been just one egg, presented as a curiosity at the Saturday market, but when it hatched and the young baby had the urgent biological need to feed after its many years of incubation. Others would have sympathized with with the poor tragic bystanders, but traveling professor Narkhu’m Lervantus felt more for the poor baby (which he suspected to be a Ktronimus dimension slice incarnation). Sure, it was tragic, and he definitely wouldn’t have wanted to see this “front row and center”, but how was IT any more guilty than any other form of life with its newborn instinct of feeding and desire to grow and take its place under the sun? If anything one could take pity on it as its parent were not of the nurturing type and it had to take its first risky steps in life on its own.
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