CREATURE

In the darkness of the shallow
cave, moonlight peaks a glimpse of an eye.
Awake, the creature unfolds its expansive wings. Wrapped around it's armored body, they had protected it during the long slumber.
" The moons are high" it thought, in it's own garbled tongue.
" Time to hunt, time to mate." The message repeated
itself, redundant instinct.
Hunger drove its...