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Post by howl [jaslin] on Sept 30, 2007 20:31:17 GMT -5
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Each tree was a prop, the ground was the stage. Each step was rehearsed, and every breath well played. No matter how far, the catch was quick. In stalking your prey, you can not forget.
The darkness hid his onward trudge into the deadly forest. The lights from the school slowly began to fade. His breath was paced as he controlled his urge to run free on the terrain. His hands sweat while his bones ached to change. Each step he took, the monster inside of him took more and more control. His canine teeth elongated and his names sharpened. He would not have to take form to when this fight. His empty veins ached with every movement, screaming for blood. He needed it. His body craved the taste of it coursing through his system. It was time to hunt.
His eyes turned a silver coated glaze as he pushed onward. Jaw cracked to support his teeth. Canines were now almost two inches long. And then. He stopped. He waited, senses strong as he listened to the beating of wings, the moaning of owls, no he needed more then that. He needed more to clench his thirst, even if it was forbidden. Then there was a snap. A snap of a branch that had fallen to the ground long ago. Body twitched and head turned in the direction of his new prey. He ran his tongue along his sharp weapon, the blood that was left dripped into his mouth and down his throat. He needed more. He had to have it.
Legs pushed off the ground and up the trunk of a tree just to find the wet sod once more with a thud. He pushed as fast as he could to the black rock ridge and then stopped. All his body tense with anticipation. He would have a feast tonight, and no longer be weak tomorrow. Slowly he inched to the top and looked down. There is was. The animal he had chosen. It's soft white coat shimmered in the moon light and its strong veins surged with the magical liquid he craved. Its mane was soft and the horn on its head was erect with power. He smirked, his face deformed. Muscles ached as they bulged from his jacket. A low rumble came from his chest. It was time to do this.
The unicorn's ears went erect and twitched in search of its enemy. That is when it happened. He jumped just a few feet from the beast, crap, too slow. The animal burst into a gallop, trying to run from him. But he was took quick in response. He pushed off the ground and into the tree tops. From branch to branch he jumped until he was right above his prey. Almost there. He swung off and landed on the back of its withers, pinning it to the ground. It struggled to get up, fighting and kicked to get him off. He brought up his head and then down with force to the animal's throat. Right in the vein, his teeth dug deep. Magical blood ran through him, pleasure pushing him onward.
His hands dug into the shoulders, blood seeping out as he held his limp food. The blood dripped from the corners of his mouth. Success never tasted so good. The blood kept coming, and strength came back to his body. A low growl from his throat as he drank showed the satisfaction. And after that, all was quiet. Not a single sound came from the woods and he drank his feast. No birds chirped, no animals watched. All hid from the vampire that had taken down one of their loved unicorns. Trouble was not on his mind, just the blood that ran in his veins, a new and refreshed.
