#rubythevagabond

Ah. Look who has decided to arise from the woodwork. You have come to make your valiant return, have you? I am certain the other insects with be saddened by their loss. 

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A masked man sat alone, deep in the forest. He knew that he would soon hunt again, but his most recent prey had been slightly larger than average, and had lasted him a little longer than most. With a sigh, the man stood up and began to dispose of the inedible human remains that lay around him. As he stood, the man removed the mask, though any who saw what lay beneath would wish he hadn't.

The man's face, if he could be called a man without the mask as he now resembled a beast more than a man, was horribly disfigured and scarred, with holes lining the edges of where the mask was and his jaw twisted and stretched, slightly resembling that of a dog.

As he worked, he thought of the legends the villages that surrounded this forest told of him. One of the legends said that he was actually an ancient spirit that had spent so long walking the realms of the living that it had gone mad and began to kill those it encountered. Another said he was a human that took the form of a great beast when touched by the light of a full moon. There was some truth in all the legends and rumors, but the story that came closest to the told of a man from a time long past, who held a spirit inside him that was even older. Eventually the man's demons, both literal and metaphorical drove him insane, and his body was slowly warped over time into the monster he was today.

The man laughed to himself. The laugh was a cold and ancient sound. For many years he had hunted and fed off of the life of humans, and for just as long had they come up with stories to describe him. It amused him to no end that the most common name they had called him was Demon. It was horribly ironic that the name so many had given him was so close to the name that had once been his. He struggled a moment to recall it. 

"You're planning something, aren't you?"

[Of course not, what makes you say that?]

"You always get this look in your eyes when you are plotting. And your hands get a little bit shaky."

[Well you caught me, I'm planning something.]

"Are you going to tell me what you're about to make me do?"

[Of course not.]

"You're going to make me kill people again, aren't you?"

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