Achille's stretched hands high above his head. It had been a long night for the strange creature and the morning sun had woken him too early. Grumbling, he stood up and clomped over towards the curtains, tugging them shut. It was the curse of being an hybrid of two hybrids. He wasn't even sure he was an actually monster. The darkness was bliss though as he trudged back towards the bed. The room was a mess, but his cloven hooves just kicked the discarded clothes out of the way as he dragged his naked form back onto the mattress.<br/><br/>Flopping down, he nuzzled into the ripped pillow. His smaller horns were no less sharp and had showcased their edge on the only thing available. He was gonna have to find his sewing kit if he wanted to keep the pillow. He liked this pillow after all. It smelled nice. Blood caked his blond hair-like fur but he didn't care. Sleep was slowly winning over the siren's call of dawn and he felt himself being pulled under to dreamland. He wondered briefly if his roommate had remember to close their curtains before any sort of thought process was lost.<br/><br/>After all, when the sun set and the night darkened all the corners, the hunt would begin again. And the hunt was the only thing the creature would be looking forward too. That and the sweet deliciousness of his victim's blood as their screams echoed through his head.