Blood Lust

Demon lay there, silent. He peered into the valley, very dim. Although it was only around 5 in the morning, it was extremely dark, almost to dark to get up and ready for another day.

Demon had been noticing that for the past few days, night would linger a littler longer than usual. Could it have been the sun? The moon? Or hell... rising.

A massive spark of autumn red and silent orange peirced the pitch-black sky. Howls were shot out into the wind and as the spark faded, the sun appeared.

Smoke rose from the floor around him. Growls. Rocks tumbling.

Who's there?

(dude, bloodlust is one word)

Wind ruffled the londer's fur while he sits on the cliffside. The forest erie silent. The morning light dim. His eyes clouded over. Cold. Emotionless.
He listens for sounds around him and hears something.
"What..?" he gurmbles.

(Grammar doesn't really matter on this site, it doesn't matter if Bloodlust is one or two words, they had it the way they wanted it. I could be telling you now how your grammar isn't proper either.)

(... k... sorry.)