Author: Inferno
You smirk as you quickly cut the hatchling, forcing a screech of pain out of it before it drops limply.
You smirk as you dig your sickle claw into the hatchlings belly, easily splitting it open and allowing the small creatures entrails to spill onto the ground. It let out a sudden screech of pain before drooping limply onto the ground and withering away.
What do you do?
