Random Writing

Part One

A dark shape, a shadow, moved through the night. Nothing important, easily ignored. The air was still, the world was quiet. The darkness was calm, seemingly peaceful. Time meant very little in the loneliness of the woods. A deep, soundless, dark, night with nothing to feel or think or do.

Suddenly the shadow changed. The trees were filled with blood, warm and slowly oozing. The survivors ran, fear making them blind and stupid. Their feet drummed the earth, each feeding off each others nerves. Worries and shock left them helpless. They ran, fast and hard, even though their attacker had caught his prey and ignored them in their escape. They were safe, for now.

The murderer sat there, staring into the dark woods after his prey's herd. Behind the lone black shadow, his slowly dying kill lie. She was young and would have been a great mother. She never had a chance. Now her body was stretched out on the cold grass, soaking it in blood, slowly dying, in pain. Her killer came back slowly and as she looked into his cold heartless, black eyes, her pain was forgotten. He licked his muzzle, her heart skipped a beat. Her fear gave off a lovely scent, one that made him smile sadistically.

"Are you afraid my dear?" He asked her quietly. Anger flashed in is eyes for a moment, though his false smile never left his face. "You are dying. You have nothing left to lose. What could you possibly be afraid of my sweet?"

She shuddered at his sickly sweet tone. His evil eyes left her breathless.

"I am not afraid of death," she whispered when she was able to find her voice. "I am afraid of you."

"Child," the old black wolf chuckled. "don't you realize? I am death." With no further warning the wolf lunged and ripped into her throat. The doe let out one final gasp and lie still forevermore.