It’s rare that one finds oneself the prey of the monstrous Argemone, for she only hunts when she’s hungry, and that’s only a few times a year. But when she’s hungry, oh boy is she hungry, and little can be done to stop her from filling her growling belly. She’s a brutal, thundering creature. She doesn’t understand mercy. Once, maybe she did. But not any longer, for the last real memory she has is the one that replays in her primitive beast brain over and over again: