Faithofthefallen
Tell me if any changes needed. Congrats on the breeding. SOOO HOT!
He could hear the thud of paws on the forest floor. Terror pulsed deep inside him, and then something else. It was a hot, pulsing feeling in the pit of him. It flashed bright in him, consuming him for a second. His straining muscles burned less, and his mind was focused.
This was more than fear, and more than survival. It was something far more primal. It was hate, hot and boiling within him. He heart pounded and the hate bubbled over into his limbs. The world took on a different hue.
He would make it. He would live and he would make Baraccus pay.
Karloff's senses sharpened, his red eyes glinted in the night. He could smell the night. The owls flapping in the trees above him--the insect like smell of their blood. The earthy smell of deer and grass mingling as it pumped through the creatures heart.
Distantly, he could smell the rank blood of Baraccus like molding leaves and decay. For the first time Karloff reached into himself and found that he did not have to be the hunted, he could be the hunter.
Even as he thought it, he ran faster. Maybe not this day, but soon or else survival would mean nothing. Baraccus would never give him up, he would hunt him down when he least expected it. There was not enough world for the both of them.
