This place, this place. It was strange, very strange. And the Feari was lost, very lost. It had been in Essyrn, a place very, very far away, and it had been captured. For something the people who had captured it called a 'circus'. For months the Feari had sat in a cage. Doing nothing, not being able to do anything. Until that one day the man had forgotten to re-lock the cage after feeding.
It had then been easy for the Feari to escape, but escape into where? A place that looked very different from where the Feari was from. There was no sand, but green, leafy stuff all over the place. The Feari had wandered aimlessly, avoiding towns, where it knew it would be shunned, as Feari were almost always evil creatures. But this Feari was different, it did not have the same cruelty as it's kin. It still craved blood, but it didn't kill unnecessarily, not like the others.
The Feari was slinking through the countryside, and it felt very exposed out in the open, so when it saw the small house, it rushed to it, wanting desperately to find a place to hide.
It hid under the house, and looked out of a crack in the siding so it could see outside. It saw nothing for a long while, until three hours after it had hidden, it saw a pair of feet walk by. Woman's feet, but the looks of it. The Feari also smelled food, and it couldn't help but hiss hungrily, but it stopped immediately as it saw the walking feet stop.