Post by Winters on Jun 10, 2012 15:51:22 GMT -5
There was a soft click, and a quiet hiss as the blade broke free from the sheath.
The sound was soft, innocous, and yet, seemed like the small burst of energy from a gun. The footsteps, which had been near silent, became less so as they approached their prey, drinking water in large swallows from the river that ran in the middle of this forest. Dawn was approaching, quickly, almost too quickly for the predators liking. The midnight coat of sable gleamed in the just before dawn, the suns rays not quite peaking yet over the edge of the earth, ears pinned back against its head, eyes shut in pleasure from washing away the clean slick blood from its mouth. It was completely at peace, safe in its environment. With the rushing burbling water moving near its paws, the soft birdsong of early morning, the approach was covered. Within moments, it would be human again, as the sun kissed its fur and washed away the magick.
With a quick burst of speed, a lethal movement, the creature, which had just finished its drink, water running clear of its mouth, fell to the ground, blood gushing from the slick jagged wound at its throat. There was no remorse in the predator, only the sweet kill, the rush of knowing this one had taken down something more powerful than itself. The blood ran into the stream, tainting its flowing waters with red, and the blade was washed clean, sliding back into its sheath. The predator turned toward home just as the sun broke through the trees, the body of the great midnight creature turning back into that of only a man.
The sound was soft, innocous, and yet, seemed like the small burst of energy from a gun. The footsteps, which had been near silent, became less so as they approached their prey, drinking water in large swallows from the river that ran in the middle of this forest. Dawn was approaching, quickly, almost too quickly for the predators liking. The midnight coat of sable gleamed in the just before dawn, the suns rays not quite peaking yet over the edge of the earth, ears pinned back against its head, eyes shut in pleasure from washing away the clean slick blood from its mouth. It was completely at peace, safe in its environment. With the rushing burbling water moving near its paws, the soft birdsong of early morning, the approach was covered. Within moments, it would be human again, as the sun kissed its fur and washed away the magick.
With a quick burst of speed, a lethal movement, the creature, which had just finished its drink, water running clear of its mouth, fell to the ground, blood gushing from the slick jagged wound at its throat. There was no remorse in the predator, only the sweet kill, the rush of knowing this one had taken down something more powerful than itself. The blood ran into the stream, tainting its flowing waters with red, and the blade was washed clean, sliding back into its sheath. The predator turned toward home just as the sun broke through the trees, the body of the great midnight creature turning back into that of only a man.
