Being a demonic beast living inside a city wasn't an easy thing to do. But even by combining all the hardships, hunts and dangers of this human lair, it still paled in comparison to the common slaughter fo the week happening in the wildlands.
My daily routine started way before the sunrise. It was surprisingly the best time to hunt for some leftover scraps. While it was true that most of the juicy rodents started their feasts way earlier, at this time, they were all filled to the brim and unable to run very fast. To add to that, with how big I am compared to those sweet balls of tasty fat, if I were to scavenge the city in the hours where humans were still active, I would be hunted in a matter of hours!
