The Prowl
  • Reads 21
  • Votes 3
  • Parts 3
  • Time 51m
  • Reads 21
  • Votes 3
  • Parts 3
  • Time 51m
Ongoing, First published Jan 20, 2021
New York, this concrete jungle is where some of the best prey call home, at least in the eyes of Savanna. Normally its inhabitants are regarded as some of the fiercest predators around; but by night, Savanna is able to appeal to that predatory nature with her display of vulnerability. 

Once entranced by Savanna's performance, she robs and deceives these men. This is the life she is used to, one she lives so mercilessly, that is until she finally meets her match.
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"I'm sorry," I apologized as I watched her break down even more. There was a pang in my chest as I stared at her. Fiore. I took a beautiful flower and crushed all of its petals. Not being able to bare the sight of her being so broken, I stood from the bed and walked to the door before hitting the lights. "You should get some sleep," I suggested as I turned my back to her and Aurora and left the room. I then went into the now empty living room and spread out on one of the long sofas. Despite how comfy the sofa was, I knew I wouldn't be getting much sleep tonight. All I could think about was the sight of Sagacity being so hurt by what I had done. I had made her a promise that the next time she'd cry, it would be from being happy. I broke that promise. I even broke her heart, and that was the last thing I had ever wanted to do. Whatever consequences I had to face was well deserved. I didn't deserve Sagacity, and she didn't deserve my ill treatment. If she wanted nothing to do with me, I would have to accept that, despite how hard letting her go would be. I had made my bed, and I alone would lay in it.