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THAT SMELL. I KNOW IT.
IT IS HIM.
HIM.

The large black and white creature stalked forward.
new. all was new to it.
it knew not of this world. but it knew the blue figure on the ground.
creeping closer it sniffed the unconscious furred body.
it's mind connecting dots.
hunt. kill. destroy.
it growls as it's mind becomes clear to what it must do.
baring it's fangs but stopping as the call of something rings out.
small. weak. dark.
it leaps over it's prey. spikes and wings and back rasing at it.
amused at this display the creature leans in sniffing before a flurry of claws smacks it's nose aside.
snarling it shakes its head growling down at the hissing thing.
small. smelled very similar to the blue prey it guards.
it stares watching. anger rising.
voices, it hears others growing closer. they must have seen it's prey fall much like it had.
it could kill it's prey. so easy right now.
only the small black spiteful creature stood in its way.

it huffed and turned to stalk away.

there is always time.
there is always-

12/357
Trackor

Description
THAT SMELL. I KNOW IT.
IT IS HIM.
HIM.

The large black and white creature stalked forward.
new. all was new to it.
it knew not of this world. but it knew the blue figure on the ground.
creeping closer it sniffed the unconscious furred body.
it's mind connecting dots.
hunt. kill. destroy.
it growls as it's mind becomes clear to what it must do.
baring it's fangs but stopping as the call of something rings out.
small. weak. dark.
it leaps over it's prey. spikes and wings and back rasing at it.
amused at this display the creature leans in sniffing before a flurry of claws smacks it's nose aside.
snarling it shakes its head growling down at the hissing thing.
small. smelled very similar to the blue prey it guards.
it stares watching. anger rising.
voices, it hears others growing closer. they must have seen it's prey fall much like it had.
it could kill it's prey. so easy right now.
only the small black spiteful creature stood in its way.

it huffed and turned to stalk away.

there is always time.
there is always-

12/357
Trackor