The Hunt
-Lady's POV-
The stag walked alone down the paved dirt road. It was dark without any lights. He must've been very confident of his strengths.
And for that he was stupid.
I silently followed from the shadows of the surrounding forest. They concealed my dark pelt well. My clothes had been left at home because I would get blood on them if I didn't, and that would just ruin my day. I could tell he was cautious. Everyone gets that feeling that someone is watching them. The fear got to him and he stopped, his head darting from left to right. I was able to creep up beside him and I readied my fangs.
You aren't going home today, friend.
While his head was turned I lunged out at him, successfully knocking him off balance and digging my teeth into his shoulder. The taste of his blood was just divine. He shouted in pain and quickly whipped around, throwing me off of him. I shook the dizziness from the impact out of my head and stood back up. He had began to run.
I chased after him before he could get too far. As I caught up I kept running up beside him until I was ahead, then I turned around and leaped again. This time, using the full force of my weight, I was able to successfully knock him to the ground. I quickly sank my teeth into his neck. He tried kicking me off, but I held an iron grip. I quickly jerked my head around until I heard a snap, along with a brief squeal heard from him.
I let go and licked the blood on my chops. He was a fine kill, and could last for a while. I grabbed him by the leg and dragged him back to my home. Once outside the entrance I pulled the leg off as it made wet, popping noises and continued my way indoors. Alex was by the door, reading. She was the quiet type. She looked up and wagged her tail when she saw I was carrying dinner.
And it was quite the delicious meal indeed.