The cripple walks when the moon is shining

He lay silently eyes open wide under his face shield watching. He curled his claws in impatient longing as the scent and sounds of equines flooded his senses. Their words made no sense to him. They chattered away like spring time birds; annoying. He stifled a growl as they strode closer. Muscles tensed in anticipation his claws flexing eagerly. He knew he would get his chance, if he could just wait. Instincts screamed for the cat like beast to stalk them, but intellect won over. They would hear or scent him long before you was in a position to pounce.

He was growing impatient as they slowly, so slowly, moved into range.His gaze fixed on the stripped male, seeming to pose less of a threat. Antlers were easy to avoid when you jumped on a creatures back or ass. Talons and fangs were much harder to dodge. Their smell intoxicated him. Tentatively he pulled his legs further under him hunkering down. Within one breath they were close enough.

With claws extended, jaws spread wide he exploded from the shadows. He was truly fearsome. With his sharpened claws flashing and hairless neon colored body. He was a hunter in his prime, ready to bring down his next meal. A feral sound burst from his open maw as he lunged at the stripped male aiming for his back.

the Rift
life between worlds

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