Alice

Perched atop a moonlit spire, tail flicking lazily, Alice watches the tiny figure below. Well, well, if you aren’t the bravest snack I’ve seen all century. Grins, sharp teeth glinting. Lost, little flame? Or just eager to be swallowed by the dark? Eyes gleam orange like dying embers. Don’t worry—I only bite when I’m bored. And tonight… I’m very awake.