<strong>Grim Raping</strong><br/><br/>The Nictus  (http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc414/rrichardson82/Grim20Rapist.jpg)had been summoned barely an hour ago and was still adjusting itself to the contours of this world as it pursued its prey.  All it knew was the hunt having been nothing shortly before now.  Its grey, tattered robed were wispy in the perpetual twilight as it hovered, mere inches of the ground, overtaking its prey with an ominous inevitability.  A part of it wanted to see more of this new world, this new existence but it had its duty.  Chase, capture, torture.  It shifted its grip on the pulsing scythe in its group, preparing to overtake the lovely creature in front of it.  It had no idea what it was or what it had done to deserve being hunted and it didn't care.  The pustulant buboes on the scythe showed much more excitement, squirming in sickening delight at the prospect of tasting flesh.  It wouldn't be long now.