Hunter Prey

six

her eyes glitter when shes frightened.

It's beautiful.

It alludes to my curiosity as to what they'd look like whilst I feast on her flesh. Would she scream? Weep?

Or would she be one of the ones whom stay silent? Paralyzed by the sensation of my canines shoveling into their muscles, tearing nerves, delirious off blood.

Would her blood taste sweet? Or, bitter?

It's usually the foul ones who taste bitter. The kind ones taste sweet.

Not too sweet.

They are quite foolish for leaving the curtains drawn. It is untasteful, allowing show of privacy.

I peer into the large window. I see them but they cannot see me.

She is staring at me, though.

They both are.

My white pupils trail over her expression carefully.

She is beautiful, it is curious. Does she have a mate?

I let out a subtle puff at the thought. I would make a wonderful mate.

Would she want me? I have thought of feasting on her flesh.

I glance at her relative. And her, too.

She would be upset, if I did that, I presume. Humans are sentimental creatures after all.

A musky scent wafts into my nostrils, making me breathe deeply.

I watch silently as one of the females rise shakily, sauntering towards the front doors, to greet a bloke of sorts.

My dots for eyes calmly spill back onto the other. The beautiful one.

Her tiny hands are gripping the thick blanket tightly, as if she were scared. She is.

I smile.

As the curtains are closed, I observe the cabin from afar until dawn swept the stars and the sun blanketed the sky.

I returned to the forest, my energy faintly buzzing around my opposing frame, as my talons dig through the soil.

I slump on to a rock, the dots mimicking eyes fading as my nonexistent eyelids close, a puff of air leaving me as I go still.

Rest.

Isn't that what humans call it?

I must plan. I must prepare.

Soon, it will be time to hunt. For I have a prey more precious than fear.

Hours pass like seconds to me, time purely an essence limited beings fret about. I have lived centuries, perhaps more, time is in the hands of those who hold it.

I stand, my frame stiff. I let out a very faint, low grumble that vibrates the soles of the earth, my talons lifting, my steps silent.

I huff as the scent of my prey overtakes my senses. She is at the waterfall?

I am watchful as I examine.

It truly is a sight. And I have seen many.

My English is not well, in speaking terms. However, my comprehension of it is invaluable, beyond well in regard.

So in words, I am eavesdropping.

"....Any guys catch your eye?" the older one of the two, taunts, her voice low and raspy. The motion of her eyebrows befuddle me.

My ears perk and I zone in on my prey's next words, my extreme hearing picking the pick up of her heartbeat.

Ah, so her subconscious knows I am near.

"Nope, not one." Her full, wondrously plump lips stretch into a smile. I huff.

Beautiful.

I cannot help but feel a droplet of satisfaction at her answer, glad that she does not have a mate.

I'd simply feast on him if there was.

Though, that would hurt her, wouldn't it?

I don't dwell on the matter any further. The rest of their conversation is rather dull, all but their stories recounting their rising.

I begin to wonder how she'd look swole with my offspring.

Soon enough, the two return to the cabin. I do not bother to follow, their steps on my forest sending faint warms of energy into my presence.

It is my forest after all.

I melt into the shadows, hunched as I traverse through my trees.

Soon, it will be hunting season.