The Hunter and Hare

Faith

The earth is blanketed in a thick layer of frigid snow, Pine trees adorned with the evidence of a recent blizzard.

Frost delicately covers their branches, even the tiniest of them painted white of the season.

The absence of sound has flooded the forest, the trees have grown comfortable with the lack of noise for years, that they feel disturbed by the footsteps of a hunter growing near.

Knowing this crunch from yards away from creatures ears, smell of musky sweat with ragged breaths, death is near.

Their hearts pound like a drum from the spark of fear full of adrenaline making them sprint in fear.

The Hunter could hear the heartbeat of the creatures that vibrated against the icy breeze that brushed against his pink numb cheeks, able to feel their distress.
Noting they sense his aggress, as he makes his way to making more progress.

your time is running low..

..But the show is on..

.. A puff of fur I stumbled upon.

The cold leather gloved hand drifted down to the tuff that lays on the trails, finding small trail of footprints of a hare.

Knowing he's near as if it's freshly made, now wandering with feather like steps deeper into the white frosted forest, his cold eyes scanning for any more hints.




..Come out little Hare you know I won.

The heart beating like a rapid drum within the whistling of the cold ice pricked breeze, where the fur waves like cold lake waves within the pile of cloudy snow.
Hares ears pulled back in fright to not stand tall in terror for the Hunters win, as it shivers in distress dare to not be shown.




The crunching sound is getting nearer..

..His loud heartbeat is getting clearer..

..The scent of power and death growing stronger.

The little Hare knew there was only a slim chance at winning life but waited a moment longer.

The wind is what gives you away little hare..

..So did that drumming heart..

..Didn't think you'd out smart me?

The Hunter's hand drifted to his large knife, like death's scythe shining against the cold light, gleaming in the Hares eyes, death is near.

Then strike down the leather glove snatched down like a snake, empty with no Hare but a dark sneer.

A hopping trail is in the making nearby, with the thumps as fast as the drumming heart as the cold eyes lock on its target with a gaze locking with the drumming beat that brushes against his skin within the breeze screams evil.

Run, run, run as much as I can, no matter how much it burns..

..The crunching is loud, death is echoing louder on the breeze but I must twist and turn..

..My chest aches from the icy air, it feels like it's a raging flame, and the dread in my muscles is concerning..

Fear burned the whole Hares body, as the little creature fled in distress with adrenaline rushing through the thin pulsing veins.

But the Hares' muscles were burning like a raging fire, threatening to give up but the hare refused to let death take their fate in vain.

Suddenly fate already chose the Hares faith, as the muscles burned to the point they dragged more, like a rag doll just slowly giving up hope to run from fate of pain.

Dropped like a dead fly, think you can run from your fate?

..No you can't little Hare, this is your purpose, your gate..

..Your gate to a peaceful life where you won't be able to run anymore, don't need to fear anymore, it will all be paradise little Hare, just wait..

Every Crunch of the footsteps, making the Hares heart thump as the little creature laid limp against the cotton snow, flat like a pancake, exhausted from running away from the dreadful faith that's about to unfold, as death stare pierced through the wide fear filled eyes.
The Hunter's body towered over the exhausted huffing little creature, knowing its fate is now in his hands with the gleaming blade that once again gleamed in the cold light as this is goodbye.

Facing the eyes of death, my greatest fear that got its victorious end..

..A bright flowing glow of my memories, the emotions, the dreams swarmed me, surrounding me with blissful joy that words can deem..

..Lost in the golden light filled with hope, faith, and purpose that lightens me, knowing the light will guide me as I sway away into the peaceful embrace of my end.

I watch as the ice pricked more at my numbing skin, your glowing soul ascending towards the sun's warm embrace shining brighter with all your might as paradise awaits your arrival..


..It brings peace, and solace knowing you are at peace, in harmony where you'll be swarmed with warm care, where there's no need of survival..

While I navigate the cruelty of the world, hoping one day to reunite in paradise to show you, why I opened the bright gates because of faith..

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-Loser-