I am the one the hairs on the back of your neck have tried to warn you about for 200,000 years. On the plains we were many, but the gift of your fear reduced our numbers and drove us into the shadows.
I am the last of my kind, but you have surrendered your atavistic terror to science and reason. The hubris of your mind will let me draw near when your body begs you to run and scream in terror.
I am the one the hairs on the back of your neck have tried to warn you about for 200,000 years. On the plains we were many, but the gift of your fear reduced our numbers and drove us into the shadows.
I am the last of my kind, but you have surrendered your atavistic terror to science and reason. The hubris of your mind will let me draw near when your body begs you to run and scream in terror.
Be seeing you. :sickomogus: