The best time to see them is dawn, when your eyes are still heavy enough from sleep that their edges are blurred and you can pretend that they are trailing shiny red ribbons behind them. You can pretend their hands are full of flowers or bundles of fabric. You can pretend the air doesn't smell like blood and death.
They are at their safest during dawn - their arms and bellies too full of their latest victims to want to gather any more. Doesn't stop their eyes from wandering though, assessing you for how easy a kill you'd be, many mouthfuls you'd be... how entertaining you'd be.
A quick kill isn't their style - they prefer a good hunt, though they're more built for climbing than running. The younger among them have since learnt to use their elongated twin set of arms to propel themselves across the ground at great speed while their shorter legs remain tucked away, talons ready to lash out at a moment's notice.
If their faces were any less human, they'd be extinct by now but they know how to garner sympathy from a crowd. Their mouths may be smeared with someone's blood but they know how to tilt their heads and the corners of their mouths to appear far friendlier than any human-hunting nightmare ought to.
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