Seawolf

The seawolf is a creature half wolf, half fish.
Illustration by Alwen-art 

I'm hungry. 

But there is none of them.

I can usually smell their loneliness, their misery.

This is how I find them.

The sea can destroy any man. 

It makes them go mad. 

Yet they still do it. They still go. 

And it is on their despair that I feed. 

On their suffering, their thoughts, longing their home.

It calls me. 

Every bit of sanity they have, or try to keep, I feed on. 

To let them go home broken. 

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I could kill them. I could end it all.

But most of them come back at sea if I leave them alive.

Most of them will come back to me.

And I get to feed on them once again. 

And they are a delicacy. They become more and more delicious every time I shatter them.

They are my favorite food. 

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They will never become what they once were. 

They will never fully know where their mind went, how they lost it. 

They think it's the sea. They think it's the job. 

And not knowing torture them even more. 

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A ship will pass by I know for sure. 

There is millions of men at sea. 

I loan to make all of them suffer, to devour their soul, their dreams, their love. 

Leaving them an empty vessel. 

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When their boat sail by, I just have to join along.

I live with them, I am everything and everywhere. I am the air their breathe and every breath gets me deeper and deeper in their soul. Where I eat until the last remaining piece of themselves. 

Once their is no hope, joy, or selfness left to eat, I let them live. 

Impatient to taste the sourness of their soul who will be tortured once again soon. 

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I smell one coming this way.