He was small, but not squat, no...no...he was...triangular.
The tiniest little spikes were cluttered neatly over his persona, glittering when the sun shone upon his already brown back. His eyes were green and huge, adorning his little speckled, crested head. He sprawled on the rock, completely at ease.
He knew he wanted her before he heard the introductory buzz.
Then he saw her. She zigzagged in between the trees, avoiding him when she saw him. But he could not resist. She exuded lust.
He was upon her, weak as she was, within minutes.
His miniscule teeth cut through her body; he inhaled her taste simultaneously.
This was his meager experience of heaven, he felt. He made perilous, tiny cuts till he was satisfied with her thorough murder.
Then he lay back on his rock and went to sleep.