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The jungle of Yavin IV had once more fallen into an eerie silence; all manners of creatures simultaneously came to a singular understanding…The beast was near. In the presence of a predator, all prey instinctively went quiet, lest they draw in its fatal attention. This was no ordinary beast, however. Its motives were not driven by primal need. It did not hunt out of hunger, nor out of necessity. This particular creature, an anomaly in its own right, stalked for an entirely different reason.
Malice. Pure, uninhibited malice.
Out of spite, it had attacked the pack of howlers, displacing them from their established territory. In accompanying bitterness, it had snatched the youngling. Indeed, there was nothing habitual about any of this. It was as if the jungle very law of nature had been wretched into a twisted manner, especially as under the light of the Yavin’s three other moons, the beast revealed itself to be a mamien.
Mamiens were large simian creatures native to Yavin 4, and were known to be rather solitary; most of these creatures were otherwise shy and skittish, impossibly difficult to approach (though one or two had been known to possess a curious and casual demeanor). True, they could be very protective of their young, even turning violent if their infant was threatened but this beast (though female) had no offspring with it.
Instead, the mamien, standing at a height of over three meters, was simply a walking mass of aggression. For such a large creature, it would move swiftly, lumbering on two legs at surprising speed; crashing through the branches and thickets was little more than a nuisance to the jungle giant. Its thick, wooly hide was littered in scars, the shapes ranging from that of jagged slashes to a curious cluster of blaster burns. Drool escaped the gaping maw and fangs snatched at nothing, all whilst its bulbous nose scented the midnight air. Though long and floppy, the mamien’s ears were especially sensitive; it could hear the rowdy travel of footsteps breaking the quietude of the jungle. Another quick snort of the air confirmed it, and with a mighty bellow, the beast gave chase once more, crashing out of cover with its three-pronged claws.
It took only one look. One look at its crazed, amber eyes to know that this mamien had been driven mad.
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