02-18-2020, 10:18 PM
[glow=white,1,400]I'LL KILL MY ENEMIES WHEN THEY COME — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]
run. run. run. hunt. hunt. chase. run. chase. kill. eat. run. chase. eat. run. kill. eat.
Injured. Slowing down. slower. hurt.
slow. sleep. eat. sleep. sleep. sleep.
run. hunt. chase. kill. eat.
This was what kept it going. The mindless, persistent pull to eat, to kill, to drink the life from its prey. It ate and ate and ate and ate and never stopped. it never stopped going despite the blood seeping from its wounds, or the days where it would stumble a bit more as it made its way through the forest, or the emptiness in its head. it kept going. it killed. it ate.
It went through the snow, the sand, the dirt, leaving all strewn with the scarlet reminders that it had been there. it woke in the forest. hurt. it hunted rabbit, ate it. it was so hungry. It was always hungry, an unending and enveloping starvation that took over, until it didn't.
It ran. hard ground. cold. water. sand. so much water. drink? no. eat? no. run? yes. it ran again. It was coated with blood, thick and matted to its fur, skin, ears, paws, everything. You could smell it from a mile off. It was big. It was fast. It was in the trees. It ran, darted, wove, ran. It hunted.
It could hear the breathing of the forest, the prey that inhabited it. It could hear the rustling, the climbing, the scratching. There was so much noise, so much food. It ran. It walked. It crouched. It smelled something.
Food. Food. Food. Run. Hunt. Run. Food. Eat. KILL. RUN. EAT.
It ran through the woods, through the brush, through small trees, past everything. It smelled prey, it was going to catch the prey. The prey was fast, but not fast enough. The prey was under him, [glow=white,1,400]in his teeth.[/glow] He bit. He tore. He clawed. The prey fought. Hurt. Hurt. He hurt. He tore. He bled. He fought. He was weak. Hurt from other prey. The prey fought.
Injured. Slowing down. slower. hurt.
slow. sleep. eat. sleep. sleep. sleep.
run. hunt. chase. kill. eat.
This was what kept it going. The mindless, persistent pull to eat, to kill, to drink the life from its prey. It ate and ate and ate and ate and never stopped. it never stopped going despite the blood seeping from its wounds, or the days where it would stumble a bit more as it made its way through the forest, or the emptiness in its head. it kept going. it killed. it ate.
It went through the snow, the sand, the dirt, leaving all strewn with the scarlet reminders that it had been there. it woke in the forest. hurt. it hunted rabbit, ate it. it was so hungry. It was always hungry, an unending and enveloping starvation that took over, until it didn't.
It ran. hard ground. cold. water. sand. so much water. drink? no. eat? no. run? yes. it ran again. It was coated with blood, thick and matted to its fur, skin, ears, paws, everything. You could smell it from a mile off. It was big. It was fast. It was in the trees. It ran, darted, wove, ran. It hunted.
It could hear the breathing of the forest, the prey that inhabited it. It could hear the rustling, the climbing, the scratching. There was so much noise, so much food. It ran. It walked. It crouched. It smelled something.
Food. Food. Food. Run. Hunt. Run. Food. Eat. KILL. RUN. EAT.
It ran through the woods, through the brush, through small trees, past everything. It smelled prey, it was going to catch the prey. The prey was fast, but not fast enough. The prey was under him, [glow=white,1,400]in his teeth.[/glow] He bit. He tore. He clawed. The prey fought. Hurt. Hurt. He hurt. He tore. He bled. He fought. He was weak. Hurt from other prey. The prey fought.