Moonlight Waltz
He hunts me
I can smell the satin lace
Foreign thoughts permeate my brain
They quickly fade
Like smoke in the wind
Trees are rushing past me now
Glancing at the sky, the canopy hides my view
But I still feel it, the pregnant moon
My eyes dilate as the adrenaline increases
He is close
The sounds of his breaths assault me
I hear it as if it is at my side
Deeper within the dark wood, his smell changes
The musky scent of fear
Perhaps he know now the prey is him
The hunter now graces my sight
But unseen am I to him, hiding within shade
A joyful sound erupts from my throat
I cannot help it, and he hears
He faces me now but still I am unseen
The blade in his hand shivers
Closer, closer, I stalk him
Again the foreign things enter my mind
I lose focus, stumble, and he knows my place
He bolts, and his fear burns through my nostrils
Finally the bloodlust takes over
The chase has begun.
He could be taken easily, but I let him run
He is already tiring
We burst into a clearing; he falls, panting
He can run no longer from me
Sauntering up to the man, I stop before him
Baring my teeth in a bestial smile
The moon glints off the pointed fangs
Suddenly pain lances through me
I scream, the sound torn from my throat
A sound of rage and pain, a bestial roar.
In my glory, I failed to keep my guard
His blade cut deep into my muscled thigh
He gears up to strike again, trying for a fatal blow
I flex my claws and tear through his hand
Now it is his turn to scream
And then the changes begin
To my surprise, his body begins to contort
The sound of rearranging bones, crack through the air
I realize my prey is like myself
And yet only a pup
Upon his metamorphosis, he lunges
By the unfamiliar motion
It shows just how much of a new blood he is
It is almost a shame I must put him down
But he betrays his own
We grapple, rolling across the grassy floor
Teeth gnashing and claws slashing
The sickly sweet smell of his blood fuels me
I tear at his chest, his arms, his legs.
Then I tear at his eyes
His cries echoing through the air
Glancing up, red eyes watch us
My brothers and sisters of the darkness
In my peripheral vision, I see him try to escape
My claws find his back and I rip down
Though his wounds are great, he holds onto his spark of life
And I tear out his throat, savoring the sweet taste of his flesh
Staring up at the ivory moon, I call to it
My brethren mimic me
Our sounds combine,
A beautiful and haunting melody
A glorified victory,
Our Moonlight Waltz
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