Warm eyes
I wrote this because some people on the internet 'The Writing Prompt Group' gave me a prompt to write in second person so here is my attempt. There will be many spelling mistakes. Sorry about that
You stand there staring with widened eyes. You see it coming a mile off and yet, your legs do not move. Your paws freeze as an unnatural chill climbs slowly up your spine, your breath catching as that same chill radiates outwards, touching every part of you, roughly caressing even the deepest darkest corners of your being. Until you're completely frozen, stuck there, waiting for what seems like an eternity. It gets closer and closer, blurred movement hiding its true form.
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Only its eyes can be seen, deep cold pools of black, showing all that it has taken. Showing every one of its prey unwind in front of you. But behind their non-existent screams, lay other things. Another set of deep black pools looking down, sending a cascade of warmth across a body that is not yours. These eyes, these warm eyes watch the body that is not yours constantly. They feel like something that never leaves, that will pester and push not out of annoyance, but because it wants the object of its gaze to be truly happy. These eyes, these warm eyes stare at a body that is not yours one last time, before they glaze over. The eyes still there, but the warmth gone. A body that is yours, leans down and pulls out an arrow with a damaged head. You see yourself throw away the arrow and pick up a small body with deep black dead eyes.
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You see this as you feel yourself slip out of the gaze of a similar pair of eyes. The chill that holds you in place, doing very little to numb a sharp pain that strikes your side. With all the strength you possess you look down to see a broken, rusted, arrow head half lodged in your side.