Fear

"Fear" is a pack of wolves.

A thousand furry bodies.

All the deepest shade of midnight black.

Each strand of fur is a sharp, fine razor.

Sharp enough to pierce a human's heart.

The black fires of Hell itself burns within their pupils.

Their gaze is the biting wind on the arctic tundra.

No sympathy for the weak or the weary lies in those eyes.

One glance exterminates all hope.

The pack stalks its prey.

A perfectly organized team.

With centuries of experience.

None can escape them.

The wolves close in.

Latch in to their prey's throat.

Their grip is unyielding.

Teethes are knives, efficient.

Suffocating the breath of life from their victims' lungs.

Laughing, they drink the blood.