[ WP ] A monster is experiencing agonizing pain , and is convinced that killing you is the only way to relieve it . Write from the monster 's perspective .

The manling was approaching cautiously, it was wary, broken bones of it's kinsmen were scattered about the valley. The manling carried long spear with a large leafed blade dulled with ash, it poked at bushes and gentle prodded the ground, this manling was extremely suspicious. 
 
 The beast was in incredible pain, it's limbs had grown stiff over time and movement hurt it so. It was so impossibly old and had carved a life of ambushing manlings and their animals, it had whelped offspring in it's youth and they had move away to terrorise manlings in other areas, the beast was ready to die. 
 
 The beast shifted it's weight and growled in pain as it's joints slid across bare bone, the manling jumped at the sound and pointed it's spear point at the beast yelling unintelligently. The beast tried to get onto it's feet, bellowing in pain, the manling was shaking violently in terror at the deafening noise. The beast took a step towards the manling looking to provoke it into attacking it. The manling dropped it's spear and fled. The beast settled back down and mewled in pain and sadness as it watched the manling run, today would not be the relief it desired. The manling stopped and turned around, and watched the beast. The beast tried to stand up again believing the fight would begin again, it's left leg buckled under the weight the beast dropped down awkwardly mewling once more in pain. 
 
 The manling slowly approach the beast watching it carefully, it had given up on standing the pain was just too much, the indignity was awful. The beast's breathing was shallow and laboured as it watched the manling walk toward it, the manling stopped to retrieve it's spear and then walked right up to the beast. The beast cried feebly at the manling, no strength in it's voice left. The manling started talking at the beast in low soft tone while walking around the beast, the strangest thing happen when the manling touched it's flank and stroked it's coat. The beast tried to bite the manling who just stepped backwards away from the mouth, the manling cocked it's head to the side and continued talking while untying something from it's belt. The manling opened up the flask it was carrying and drank deeply before pouring the rest of the content into a depression in the stone in front of beast, a strong rich smell filled the beast's nose it sniffed the liquid and cautiously laps it up, warmth and sweetness filled the beasts body. The manling was still talking, the tone softer still, it had hefted the heavy spear into both of it's hands. The beast was only partially aware, alcohol suffusing it's body relieving the pain and stress, it watched the manling with detached interest. 
 
 The beast's last breath was long and peaceful, the mercy it needed had come and it's pain gone. The manling pulled the spear out of the beast and looked at it, it seemed so small now. The manling shouldered it's spear and left valley with the dead beast, a heavy feeling sat in the manling's heart.
