Drabble #30
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sagesariaPrompt: #76: Predatory
Fandom: 10th Kingdom
Genre: Horror?
Rating: PG
Notes: This is definitely my proudest achievement so far in 100Moods. I hope the vagueness in the writing gives the implications I meant it to :3
The scent was hot. Fresh, young, female. He could already picture her in his mind’s eye. He huffed a hot, hungry breath, and a drooling sneer exposed his canine fangs.
Low to the ground, he growled, prowling through the green shrubs almost completely on all fours. The scent was intoxicating, drawing him like a moth to the flame, skin burning and heart racing.
He stopping, crouched behind a bush, peering through the branches. There she was. Short brown hair. Big, vacant brown eyes. Crouched by the tree observing nothing at all. Beautiful. Succulent. Absolutely delicious. His eyes flashed yellow and his blood boiled, hungry desire making him shudder as he crouched low.
Now it was time for the best part of the hunt.
The chase.
With a whispered snarl he leapt from his hiding place. She ran, no hesitation, not even a scream. She was fast. He savored that fact with a wicked smirk before giving chase. It was always more satisfying to hunt with a challenge. He galloped after, nails swiping at grass, pulling him forward faster and faster. His tongue lolled as he gasped for breath in his run. His nose was on fire with sensations. He smelled her. He smelled her fear. He could already taste her. His eyes narrowed and he picked up speed.
She turned a corner, her pace unfaltering. He could already smell family close by; she was running for home. He had a few more yards before she was out of his grasp, and he took them. One final lunge and a taunting roar and he seized her at last, throwing her to the ground. Pinned beneath him she could only scream. He grinned in maniacal triumph and growled as his vicious teeth tore into her throat, forever silencing her cries.
He licked the blood on his lips and the adrenaline rush from the chase caused him to arch his neck and wail a victorious howl to the full moon.
It had been too long since he had fresh rabbit for dinner.
Fandom: 10th Kingdom
Genre: Horror?
Rating: PG
Notes: This is definitely my proudest achievement so far in 100Moods. I hope the vagueness in the writing gives the implications I meant it to :3
The scent was hot. Fresh, young, female. He could already picture her in his mind’s eye. He huffed a hot, hungry breath, and a drooling sneer exposed his canine fangs.
Low to the ground, he growled, prowling through the green shrubs almost completely on all fours. The scent was intoxicating, drawing him like a moth to the flame, skin burning and heart racing.
He stopping, crouched behind a bush, peering through the branches. There she was. Short brown hair. Big, vacant brown eyes. Crouched by the tree observing nothing at all. Beautiful. Succulent. Absolutely delicious. His eyes flashed yellow and his blood boiled, hungry desire making him shudder as he crouched low.
Now it was time for the best part of the hunt.
The chase.
With a whispered snarl he leapt from his hiding place. She ran, no hesitation, not even a scream. She was fast. He savored that fact with a wicked smirk before giving chase. It was always more satisfying to hunt with a challenge. He galloped after, nails swiping at grass, pulling him forward faster and faster. His tongue lolled as he gasped for breath in his run. His nose was on fire with sensations. He smelled her. He smelled her fear. He could already taste her. His eyes narrowed and he picked up speed.
She turned a corner, her pace unfaltering. He could already smell family close by; she was running for home. He had a few more yards before she was out of his grasp, and he took them. One final lunge and a taunting roar and he seized her at last, throwing her to the ground. Pinned beneath him she could only scream. He grinned in maniacal triumph and growled as his vicious teeth tore into her throat, forever silencing her cries.
He licked the blood on his lips and the adrenaline rush from the chase caused him to arch his neck and wail a victorious howl to the full moon.
It had been too long since he had fresh rabbit for dinner.
