In the cruel, competitive environment of nature’s unforgiving realm, predators must often adapt to specialized prey that other hunters overlook. Such is the case with the Siberian Neckbeast, who will often stalk a victim for hours waiting for that perfect moment when the succulent neck is invitingly exposed. Now it is evening, and the killer waits, knowing that soon his prey will put her hair up in a bun and change out of her stifling turtleneck. Then… he shall feast.
That tiny, adorable Hellbeast can nibble on my neck anytime.
My reaction exactly.
Heh, there was a Dracula question on Jeopardy tonight, too.
This little beast is much cuter than Bram Stoker.
I vant to suck your blood. Come and feast away little cutie.
I was expecting a much scawier-lookin’ kitty.
But the NEEDLE CLAWS!!! PEOPLE on the Siberian Neckbeast!
Why do I have this sudden urge to put my hair up?