Night Hunts
A lone figure sat in the shadows watching the boy on the bench. He had been watching for hours; the boy, unaware of his watcher, had also been sitting for hours, waiting. The watcher looked on as the boy finally shifted in his seat. How the boy had managed to sit still for so long was a mystery. But the watcher loved a good mystery. Perhaps this one will be more amusing, thought the stealthy predator. His eyes gleamed amber as the boy fidgeted some more. Cobalt blue met liquid gold, as the boy finally noticed his watcher. The boy looked at his watch and got up. He walked towards some unknown destination-home probably. The amber eyes glowed with the challenge; it had been a long time since he'd last hunted.
He jumped off his perch an landed easily on the ground. His prey still walking, unaware, or uncaring of the fearsome predator that lurked behind him. The predator silently stalked his prey. They prey once again noticed the watchful eyed of the predator and turned around. Chilling blue once again met the glittering amber. Sensing the prey would run, the predator got ready to attack. The prey did indeed run-across the street. The predator started, unsure of what to do. The prey obviously had more experience at this than he did. Should he risk it? He saw his prey smirk. He risked it. With a grace almost totally unknown to humans the predator ran across the street. He stopped once he was safe on the other side. The prey continued to walk, predator hot on his heels.
The predator was so caught up in the game he almost missed his prey turn and walk up some steps to a small house. The predator stopped and waited at the bottom of the steps, and waited to see what his prey would do. The prey rang the doorbell. Someone answered. Another boy with violet eyes that gleamed with the same mischief as the predator, himself. The predator blinked as the blue-eyed boy, his prey, stepped inside.
The predator licked his paw in indifference. There was always other prey. Besides his pet was always at home making tuna fish sandwiches. And he was rather partial to tuna. He meowed loudly and was off sprinting towards home.
Notes: Meow. Meow. MEOW! (trans: I don't own Gundam Wing. But I do own my Neko Neko-chan!) Good, bad? REVIEW!!!!
A lone figure sat in the shadows watching the boy on the bench. He had been watching for hours; the boy, unaware of his watcher, had also been sitting for hours, waiting. The watcher looked on as the boy finally shifted in his seat. How the boy had managed to sit still for so long was a mystery. But the watcher loved a good mystery. Perhaps this one will be more amusing, thought the stealthy predator. His eyes gleamed amber as the boy fidgeted some more. Cobalt blue met liquid gold, as the boy finally noticed his watcher. The boy looked at his watch and got up. He walked towards some unknown destination-home probably. The amber eyes glowed with the challenge; it had been a long time since he'd last hunted.
He jumped off his perch an landed easily on the ground. His prey still walking, unaware, or uncaring of the fearsome predator that lurked behind him. The predator silently stalked his prey. They prey once again noticed the watchful eyed of the predator and turned around. Chilling blue once again met the glittering amber. Sensing the prey would run, the predator got ready to attack. The prey did indeed run-across the street. The predator started, unsure of what to do. The prey obviously had more experience at this than he did. Should he risk it? He saw his prey smirk. He risked it. With a grace almost totally unknown to humans the predator ran across the street. He stopped once he was safe on the other side. The prey continued to walk, predator hot on his heels.
The predator was so caught up in the game he almost missed his prey turn and walk up some steps to a small house. The predator stopped and waited at the bottom of the steps, and waited to see what his prey would do. The prey rang the doorbell. Someone answered. Another boy with violet eyes that gleamed with the same mischief as the predator, himself. The predator blinked as the blue-eyed boy, his prey, stepped inside.
The predator licked his paw in indifference. There was always other prey. Besides his pet was always at home making tuna fish sandwiches. And he was rather partial to tuna. He meowed loudly and was off sprinting towards home.
Notes: Meow. Meow. MEOW! (trans: I don't own Gundam Wing. But I do own my Neko Neko-chan!) Good, bad? REVIEW!!!!