A gleeful smirk appears on your muzzle as you set your foot down on your first victim....
For the unlucky guy it looks like a horrible green sky is crashing down on him and for a short moment he just stands there as your foot descends on him. As soon as he starts to run it's already to late. The weight of your massive clawfoot presses him flat on the ground. You close your eyes as you feel his faint struggles and you love the feeling...
So helpless, they are all at your mercy...
For a moment you consider before you speak to him.
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