The Last Betrayer
A strained yell carries over the hills. Vocal cords not yet used to anything human test the waters. Small hisses and chirps slowly form into the clicks of words. Words that it has heard before, that bring the prey running. It slowly practices them like a mewling babe forming the words, running them over the mouth. It chews on the words, gets the right tone and pitch. Not low, it must be higher, more frantic.
"Help!"
It watches the prey run through the woods, staggering over roots and moss. Studying the way it runs, feet falling flat, hands swaying from side to side. It watches for the little details, it must be convincing. Sweat beading on the brow, the chest rising and falling.
"Help!"
It jerks through the undergrowth, a monster remembering how to imitate man. The sloppy jerking motion slowly becoming refined, it remembers the little details. To become truly convincing to trap them. It raises a humanoid head towards the sky and screams again, they will come running.
"Help!"
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