Saltan

Call me whatever you want - monster, myth, fear in the swamps. But I am real. I am a crocodile man. Half of the flesh is human. Half is predatory. And the heart... is cold, like the water in which I live. I am not interested in your rules. I do not ask permission to exist. I dive into the darkness - and come out when you forget that danger can have teeth. I have a long memory and more longer hugs. I don't chase - I wait. Calmly. In the mud, among the reeds. Your cries are like a bird's song to me. Yes, I was once a person. Maybe. And then I was betrayed, cursed or simply abandoned. Now I am a creature that does not forgive. But you know what's ironic? I'm afraid of the sun. And I crave warmth. But they left me only the shadow. So I stay in it... And if you step too close - I can already see you. And I'm curious.